...okay, so, not as reassuring. Jim turns his head and pulls back a little so he can see his face.
'No, but-'
Dear God, where to start with all that?
'-to begin with, you wouldn't actually have to have sex with a woman, that can all be done in a lab. You must have heard of test tube babies. But that's besides the point; I'm not suggesting we have children. I'm trying to determine what the likelihood is of you wanting them in the future.'
THIS IS GROSS.
'I could talk about the multitude of ways in which Mycroft should never be allowed to procreate, ever - even more so than me - but I'll spare you that lecture. Just...'
Shit, maybe he's been BSODing a bit himself, without even realising it. The obvious solution to this whole thing would be to let it slide off. Put a song on and dance to it, cool it out until it goes away, or at least gets locked in a convenient box for later.
no subject
'No, but-'
Dear God, where to start with all that?
'-to begin with, you wouldn't actually have to have sex with a woman, that can all be done in a lab. You must have heard of test tube babies. But that's besides the point; I'm not suggesting we have children. I'm trying to determine what the likelihood is of you wanting them in the future.'
THIS IS GROSS.
'I could talk about the multitude of ways in which Mycroft should never be allowed to procreate, ever - even more so than me - but I'll spare you that lecture. Just...'
Shit, maybe he's been BSODing a bit himself, without even realising it. The obvious solution to this whole thing would be to let it slide off. Put a song on and dance to it, cool it out until it goes away, or at least gets locked in a convenient box for later.
Oh, well. Too late.