Watson looked from the brandy to the mess in the room. Help would have been appreciated, but he didn't trust himself not to completely break down during the process. He already had, several times. He wasn't sure he wanted a witness to that.

"You needn't," he said, uncertainly. He brought the glasses over, handing one to Lestrade before sitting down opposite. "It's mostly... it must be sorted through, what will stay here, what I shall give to his brother."

He took a sip of his brandy. On the face of it, Mycroft Holmes had every right to demand all of it, as he was the only one with any legal connection to Sherlock Holmes. Bless the man, even if he was far too busy to take care of this part of it.