Reunion
Greg smiled at the message and closed his laptop, letting out a lungful of air. He had a warm feeling in his chest and excitement danced at the edge of his thoughts. Mycroft was coming over. It had been a while, and he did not know why they had not had the time to talk or visit each other. The boy was surprised that his friend did not take initiative himself and pay a visit nonetheless.
He stood up from his chair and looked at the uniform hanging up on the door. It was clean and pressed, creases sharp and fresh looking (though he had ironed it a month ago. Greg found that he could get away with not ironing the thing every week if he hung it up neatly). It was a dark blue, and the buttons were shiny and almost silver-looking.
Greg gave a curt (and proud) nod at his work, then made his way towards the living room. Honestly, he had no clue as to what to do while waiting for Mycroft to call or show up. It would be a 'few hours', so he wasted time by tidying up the house and making sure none of the take-out boxes were left on the counter.
At last Greg had killed a hour or two, and decided to put on the uniform so he would not be charged with the awkward task of changing while Mycroft was there. He was only buttoning up the tunic and tying his tie when there was a buzz from his phone. He glanced at it and smiled.
