John was at his wit's end. Mycroft was here overseeing their move, and his mother was here. And they were arguing. He rubbed his forehead, taking a deep breath.
Sherlock was fussing too.
At least William was at school.
He rose from his chair, putting a hand on his six month belly and looked at the three people. "I'm going for a walk. I hope this arguement is cleared up when I get back." He told his mother and Mycroft.
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Date: 2019-07-08 09:11 pm (UTC)Sherlock was fussing too.
At least William was at school.
He rose from his chair, putting a hand on his six month belly and looked at the three people. "I'm going for a walk. I hope this arguement is cleared up when I get back." He told his mother and Mycroft.
John then left the flat.