Estimated Time of Departure (слэш)

Mycroft looked at John’s hand, then at his face with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, John, I don’t think you understand. People don’t… like me. They don’t spend time with me; they at best, tolerate my company. It’s only a matter of time until the same is true of you. And it would be so much more awkward if you asked me to leave after we’d checked into a room.”