Sherlock looks down to stare at Ted's hand covering his own. He doesn't move to take his hand, but he also doesn't pull away.

"I had been very angry with my brother," he says softly, his voice raw. "I heard that Le Milieu had been destroyed some time ago, which removed the circumstance that would keep him in hiding. But I didn't reach out to him. A couple months ago a good friend helped me to see that I needed to forgive Mycroft, that I was foolish to waste the time I could be having with my brother." He shakes his head a little. "But the time was already up," he almost whispers. "He had died ten months previously."