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[hadbadays]

Guess that depends on what you want from a babysitter. He gets along great with kids. It's just that getting along with kids also includes encouraging their whims.

[ On the other hand, John doesn't doubt that he'd keep them safe either, so ... There's that. ]

[dawn_is_breaking]

Ah but isn't encouraging their whims a good thing? If my mother hadn't encouraged me to spin and dance in the living room when I was little I might not have ever become a professional dancer.

[hadbadays]

Sure, that's ... fine. But I didn't just spin and dance in the living room. I climbed onto rooftops and then jumped off them because they didn't look that high. They were that high.

Well, I did once. It was very painful.

[dawn_is_breaking]

[Her eyebrows go up and her smile grows, she can imagine John as a little boy pretty easily, but she wouldn't have suspected that he was such a daredevil.]

A risk taker and an adventurer from the start hrm?

[hadbadays]

Yeah, I guess I was.

[ Surprisingly, he didn't end up in the hospital much. He thinks most people who do don't usually study to be doctors. At least, from his experience, most of them really end up hating hospitals.

He finishes the last of his croissant. ]

Anyway, I don't actually think Sherlock would let my kids jump off a roof, so at least there's that.

[dawn_is_breaking]

And if he did I'm sure he would think of some contraption or plan to catch them. How many kids do you think you'd want?

[hadbadays]

[ He raises his eyebrows in emphatic agreement. And it would probably be around John too, just to give him a heart attack. ]

Two, at most, I think. Or I might be nice enough to spare the first one a sibling.

[ Not that he doesn't love Harry, and that Sherlock and Mycroft love each other, but it seems siblings are rarely ever easy. ]

[dawn_is_breaking]

Spare them a sibling? Oh but siblings are great.

[She says with a smile.]

I grew up having a sister and it was great, we always had each other to talk to and play with.

[hadbadays]

[ His head jerks briefly to the side. Sure, he supposes there's that. He and Harry used to get along. Because they grew up, and apart. ]

Still close to her, then?

[dawn_is_breaking]

[She pauses, her eyes flickering away for a moment.]

Not so much anymore, after our mother died we kind of went separate ways. But when we were young it was important that we had each other.

[hadbadays]

Oh.

[ His expression softens somewhat. The circumstances of his estrangement from Harry might be different, but he can sympathise. ]

Sorry to hear that.

[dawn_is_breaking]

Thank you, it happened about six years ago. She was killed in a car accident....

[There's a brief flicker of pain and anger in her eyes and she sighs.]

The worst part was that it really was an honest accident, there was no one to blame so it all just seemed that much more unfair.

[hadbadays]

Yeah. Yeah, I get that. Nowhere for the anger to go.

[ It was a little similar for him when he was sent home. He'd been shot, and he couldn't do anything about it. No one around to blame for that. ]

[dawn_is_breaking]

Yes, that's it exactly.

[Although in time she found somewhere to fuel her anger, becoming the vigilante hero known as Dove had helped quite a bit and had even helped her find a new family eventually. A family that of course had been torn apart recently which is part of the reason behind her move to London.]

You have a sibling don't you?

[hadbadays]

Yeah. A sister. We're not in touch either.

[ Not for lack of trying from Harry, but he's just been burned too many times. She's had her chances. ]

[dawn_is_breaking]

Ah, I see.

[She tilts her head to one side.]

You're the older sibling aren't you?

[hadbadays]

[ He actually isn't, but rather than say anything, he tilts his head slightly with a smile. ]

What makes you think that?

[dawn_is_breaking]

You have a sort of responsible protective older brother vibe.

[hadbadays]

[ It's meant as a compliment, he knows, and he doesn't let the smile fall. She'll have to forgive the way it twitches for a moment, though, the way it turns strained if she's paying attention. The truth is, he didn't really have much choice but to be the responsible one. He had to make sure to keep them out of trouble best he could, or she'd ... Well. ]

Must be the doctor in me speaking. She's five years older than me, actually.

[dawn_is_breaking]

[She's almost always paying attention, it's just how she is after years of training, so she catches the slight twitch and decides to gently change the subject.]

Must be.
How's the crossiant by the way? I bought a few extra in case you'd like to keep one for later or if you'd think Sherlock would want one.

[hadbadays]

[ Gentle as it might be, it's a pretty obvious subject change. Or maybe that's his 'trust issues' talking. Either way, he inwardly curses his inability to control his expressions like Sherlock can. ]

Might be the best thing I've ever eaten, but that's probably the hangover talking. Sure you don't want them?

[ Lately, he seems to be collecting people who feed him. ]

[dawn_is_breaking]

[She lifts an eyebrow at him, smiling.]

Hangover hrm? At the pub late last night?

[When he offers her a crossiant she gently shakes her head.]

No thank you, you keep them. My appetite still isn't exactly what it used to be.

[Grief does that to a person and honestly she doesn't want to think about how much weight she's dropped because of it in the last few months.]

[hadbadays]

[ He nods, a little absentminded, and folds the bag of croissants up before he grabs his cup again. Very late, and he got to come home to this. He really needs to stop going out when Sherlock's on a case. ]

Thank you.

[ Even though he should probably eat one more, he also really wants to get this cleaning done, so he downs the rest of his tea in one sweep. ]

[dawn_is_breaking]

[She takes another sip of her tea and then places it on the table, rising up off the couch.]

Shall we get going with cleaning? It looks like you already started when I arrived but it will go much faster with two of us tackling it.

[hadbadays]

[ Clapping his hands to his thighs, he stands resolutely, and heads for the kitchen while he speaks. ]

Yeah. Put it off enough. I grabbed an extra pair of gloves for you. Don't touch anything with your bare hands, and wash them thoroughly when we're done.