dear_mun | Even the sweetest characters get frustrated with their players after a while.

So let me get this straight:

First you were excited because I had a happy sex life, and now you're happy that my engagement didn't work? So you want me to... have sex, but not be in an actual relationship? Or was it that you just didn't like Tom?

Speaking of Tom, he wasn't 'useless'! Just because you didn't see much of him doesn't mean that he wasn't a very lovely man. And just because we broke it off doesn't mean he turned out to be a sociopath after all! Do you even know what that word means?

And for your information, while we're on the subject of men, I am over him. It was just uncomfortable watching him with that Jeanine woman because, you know. It was. John was clearly uncomfortable. So can we please stop talking about it?

Lastly, no, I don't know how he's back, but if he is, it's something Sherlock's going to have to deal with, and I'll help him if I can. I always help Sherlock. Yes, the slapping was helping. No, it wasn't funny. At least pretend to be mature once in a while, okay?

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[If she'd had a chance to speak to him at the wedding, she probably would have told him about how his speech had moved her, and more importantly, why it had moved her. Because for whatever reason, the great computer that is Sherlock's brain can't quite register emotion, not unless simplified into basic cause and effect. She doesn't know how he can be such a good actor when he has such a tenuous grasp on human emotions, but Molly's never claimed to be a genius.

She emits something that's somewhere between a sob and a chuckle at his question, giving her head a shake before attempting to relax against him, at least enough so he doesn't treat her like a live grenade.]

Nothing. I'm just... just very happy you're still here. Alive, I mean.

Oh, well. So am I.

[Glad that he's still alive, that is. But there's something...]

So... you're crying because... you're... happy?

[Yeah, not really getting that. But he hasn't released her, she seemed to have relaxed which made him relax slightly. He's holding her not more tightly, but less like she's a piece of wood that might give him splinters if he touches it the wrong way. Grenade - that would be a little over-dramatic - even for him.]

Overwhelmed. I guess. Something like that. Have you never felt like that? It makes for messy hugs. I'm sorry.

[Sniffling, she straightens up just a little, though it's rather nice to feel him holding her. She might as well savor what she can, since it's obvious she has a lot of unresolved issues regarding Sherlock, and she absently wipes at the slightly damp tear stains on his shirt, not looking at him.]

Maybe someday you'll understand. There's nothing for it but to wait another year or two or five and see what happens next.

Maybe someday I will.

[He holds her a few more moments, but then releases her. He takes out a handkerchief and finishes cleaning where Molly had cried.]

So, now you know more than I ever wanted to tell anyone.

[He shifts slightly.]

D-don't tell anyone. Let them figure it out for themselves.

[She makes a sound that might have been a dry laugh, if not for the tears still pressing on.]

Law of averages. The average person I talk to is dead. And even then, most of what I say has to do with them. I think your secret's safe with me.

If there's one thing I've learned about you over the years, Molly Hooper, it's to not be presumptuous.

[He offers her a weak, but somehow more authentic smile.]

[She looks up at him for a moment, then does something she's never done before: getting up on tip-toe, she brushes a very soft and very brief kiss to his jaw, settling back down before she could feel as though she'd crossed too much of a line.]

Thank you, Sherlock. For pulling through.

[He doesn't seem to give any reaction - as if he hadn't even noticed her kiss.]

It was my pleasure.

[He gives a small wink. He's not going to correct himself, though.]

I'm sure it was.

[He gives a nod of his head and turns to leave. He pauses at the door, turns half-way back, but clearly can't seem to formulate the words. He nods again and turns back to leave.]

Even the sweetest characters get frustrated with their players after a while.

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