Drawn by request for floppybelly’s story…
because I always love Bros.
John had snuck back into Mycroft’s sitting room after dinner, and had pulled out yet another book of old photos. Not nearly SO old this time, however, as they were printed in color with only a little bit of a grainy texture. The dates in the corners confirmed, 1970s. He flipped through pictures of a happy nuclear family dressed in only the finest of garb; their ten-year-old son was holding a newborn. The parents regarded each other with a cold fondness. The young boy, John presumed Mycroft, was the only one in the picture who still had the nerve to smile. He was beaming down at his new baby brother, like he was the most cherished possession in the world.
A few pages later, and the date showed 06 01 1974. An infant with matted dark curls sat in a high seat, his face smothered in cake. In one hand he held more out to his brother, in the other hand he tightly gripped at a giant, old-fashioned magnifying glass. “Happy 1st Birthday,” the banner on his chair read.
John smiled and tried not to get emotional at the sight, a young budding detective with this glass as his plaything instead of any ordinary baby’s rattle. He wondered what had happened to these two brothers and their family, which forced them into the strained relationship they had now.