Sherlock Fic: Torn
Torn
“Shall I send someone to collect the remaining personal effects, sir?”
“No, leave everything for him. He refuses to accept reality. Perhaps . . .” Mycroft shrugged helplessly.
He sat on the bed and stared into the wardrobe. The colors and the textures - even the unique scent: Familiar, but strangely disturbing.
He reached out and touched a sleeve. He felt the tiny tear before he saw it. He pulled the suit out and examined it closely. That would never do!
Sherlock would have it mended in the morning. John loved that suit, and Sherlock would maintain it perfectly, whether John noticed or not.