Teenager Sherlock who escaped his parents house after Mycroft left for university and went to the city to find him and now Mycroft has to deal with adult life and his little brother (he doesn't mind that much, since his only regret was to leave him behind the first time)
if my bones were made of a different marrow， if the liquid running through my veins was a different shade of red， would you love me then? would you want me then?
