Mycroft worries far too much
He always presumes that Holmes is plotting something nefarious. He also, incidentally, presumes that I am going to take over the role of the Holmes Ancestral Nanny (who, by the way, is still puttering around the place-- she deserves an award and a stiff drink.)
Actually, I wish that Holmes were plotting something nefarious-- it would make the time pass much quicker for both of us. We (Mycroft and I, that is,) had another chat this morning. I can tell that he still doesn't approve of me-- but he is apparently willing to overlook that if I agree to "look out for" Holmes-- absolutely the dullest task I've ever been appointed! Do you know how my life were suffer if I were to accept the job?
Jesus, hold on a minute--
All right. So sorry-- I just had a horrible vision of me in nursemaid's habit. How Mycroft ever rose so high with these wits of his, I'll never know.
There is nothing wrong with Holmes-- God knows he's been taken to enough therapists to cure anything that was. I personally would have recommended a more Freudian track-- if nothing else, it would have been more amusing to watch. What Mycroft is attempting to ward off, I believe, is the possibility that his little brother might disgrace the family name-- an almost-certainty, I should imagine, and not one that I am anxious to dissuade. Holmes has been made far too anxious: a bit of discrace would be good for him, I should think! And we are far removed from the 19th century-- do 'family names' still exist?
In summary: No, I will not dedicate my life to minding Holmes-- a) because he doesn't need minding-- he is simply stubborn, and that doesn't warrant my effort; b) because I think perhaps he should be a little less worried about his "standing." Standing is a concern reserved for paraplegics-- not for my friend.
