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Sherlock wasn’t quite sure when he became aware of it. He actually berated himself for not noticing earlier. But then, Mycroft was good at hiding everything he didn’t want others to see. Good enough that most people only saw the calm and pleasant exterior Mycroft wanted them to see. But Sherlock wasn’t most people and he’d grown up with Mycroft. He could see the little tics, the crushing sorrow and loneliness that Mycroft labored under. He could read his older brother better than anyone alive, except for their mother. Once he was sure there actually was something wrong with Mycroft, he started paying far more attentio