Greg felt his chest ache suddenly at the thought that Harry was going through some tough times. He understood that it must really be hard, but at the same time he was glad for her, fiercely glad that she was getting better, that she could actually do it. He didn’t doubt her, no far from it. He was just really proud that she finally understood she had the potential.
He smiled a bit and said, “Alright. Wait a minute, wait a minute.”
And then he pulled up to the house. He stopped the car, pointed and laughed aloud at the look on her face as she looked to him and then the house. It was a gorgeous property, with a lot of trees and flowers. The house was traditional, large and yet quite gorgeous without being obnoxious, though Greg would admit, if living alone, he wouldn’t much care for it. But, he wasn’t living alone.
“I live there, yes,” he said before she could ask. “That five minute drive? That was our drive way. And I am, currently, living in this house with my - our - cat Kleine. And uh…” He blushed suddenly. This was Harry. He could tell her anything. “I moved in with Mycroft Holmes. Actually,” and now he felt his throat close up because if Harry didn’t approve of this next part, then nothing would feel right. “Actually, I’m glad yo came back when you did. You’re just in time.”
He held out his left hand bit his lip trying not to smile as her eyes widened a bit. “I’m glad you came back when you did, because just last week, Mycroft Holmes asked me to marry him.” Greg did smile now.
“And I said yes.”
"…." Harry had to take a moment to really appreciate the luxury and sheer size of the house they’d just pulled up in front of. It was, to put it mildly, a bloody impressive building. Her mouth might have been hanging over just a bit. "Holy hell, Greg." She gaped at him, before goggling at the house again. "You’re living like the bloody king of England, aren’t you? Just WOW."
But the house, as it turned out, was not the only amazing thing of the day. when Greg told her that he was living with Mycroft, well… She’d kind of assumed that part alerady, since they had just been hooking up when last she talked to either of them. But when he showed her the ring he wore, like it was the holy grail wrapped around his finger?
"You’re getting married." She said it stupidly at first. Harry heard the words and knew what they meant, and would have been excited… but she thought maybe he was joking. It was probably just a silly prank. Right?
It sunk in just a moment afterwards, and a slow grin spread over her face. Greg. Married. To Mycroft.
"You’re getting married! HAHA!” Harry pulled her friend into another chokehold hug, fit to squeeze the life out of him this time. She…was a lot stronger now that she was getting healthy. ”Greg, you absolute dog! That’s amazing!” She let him go almost as quickly as she’d grabbed him, taking hold of his shoulders and giving him a deadly serious look.
"If you’re the husband, then I’m your best man. If you’re the wife, don’t you dare ask me to be the flower girl."