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[thevictoriandetective]

I...I'm not okay.

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[roman_candle_of_invention]

[Pats the park bench beside her and sighs. Almost affectionately, for a stranger.]

Well. Then. You'd best tell me all about it, hadn't you?

[thevictoriandetective]

[He stares at the park bench, for quite a long time, actually. Then without another word he sits down.]

I don't think that's a good idea.

[roman_candle_of_invention]

Well. You'd know best, of course.

[She nods and makes room for him. If he's staring at her for deduction purposes...well. She's married, although the ring hasn't been on her finger much longer than the two little ones running around that she's keeping a deceptively close eye on have been alive. A very skilled pianist (and genius composer, if she does say so herself). And the air of someone who has dropped all the pieces of life she's tried to juggle so many times that she's now quite peacefully content with letting them rest all round her as they will.]

Are you really going to let that stop you, though?

[thevictoriandetective]

[Keen eyes scan over her, although full of sadness, he's able to glean the information from her within seconds. Its enough for him to trust her a tiny bit. Though his body language indicates he remains on edge.]

Likely not.

[A sigh.]

Have you ever made a mistake so great it's destroyed something...important? Something you once thought was unattainable...something that can't be replaced...

[roman_candle_of_invention]

[-She laughs, albeit a bit sadly. Sorry. She just...knows that feeling all too well.]

By God, yes. Time and time and time again. To the point where lying in the bathtub with a gun in my mouth seemed like the only and most reasonable option.

[That last bit hushed; for the children.]

It's not...the end of the world, you know. [Kindly. And with meaning, and knowledge.] No matter how else it might feel like it.

[afacade]

Can't imagine you would be. I'm sorry for that, I truly am.

[thevictoriandetective]

I'm the one who should be sorry.

[afacade]

Oh Sherlock...the dangers of my life before were bound to catch up to me someday. You did everything you could, but despite what you might like to think, you're not all powerful. I was happy in my life as Mary Watson, and you were such a vital part of that, you know.

[thevictoriandetective]

I...

[He's obviously struggling to articulate what he's feeling. To say the right thing. Because he so very much wants to make it right. But he can't.]

Either way, I still failed. I made a vow.

[afacade]

You can keep your vow to me by saving John. And protecting Rosie.

[wealldosillythings]

I know.

[The pocket of her cardigan is stuffed with tissues, her hair's messily pulled back, and there's redness in her eyes to indicate recent crying.]

What can I...do?

[It's a hesitant question. Now that John's home with Rosie, she wants to help her other friend. If he even considers her such, given she played messenger for John.]

[thevictoriandetective]

I...

...I don't know.

[He really doesn't. This isn't something he's prepared for or knows how to deal with. He's drowning, trying desperately to hang onto what he once had.]

[wealldosillythings]

[She sniffs a little. They're both grieving in one way or another, but she knows this is unlike anything he could have predicted. In a way he's dealing with more than one loss. Her instinct is to hug, but...]

You don't have to talk, i-if you don't want to. If you just want to...not be alone, that's fine, too. [She places a gentle hand on his arm, an effort at a reassuring touch.]

[thevictoriandetective]

[It's something, and he does appreciate it. A sad smile, mostly in his eyes than his lips.]

Thank you, Molly Hooper.

[wealldosillythings]

[She nods, seeing the ghost of an appreciative smile in his eyes. But she avoids the typical conversational conditioning of replying with "you're welcome." Conversations with Sherlock are never typical, and it doesn't seem right in this particular context.

I wish there was more I could do, Sherlock.

[you_dont_work_alone]

You're not okay?

[How is John supposed to feel?]

[thevictoriandetective]

[Sherlock freezes.]

I...

[What could he say that wouldn't make anything worse?]

I'm sorry.

[you_dont_work_alone]

I'm sorry doesn't bring her back, Sherlock.

[It doesn't fix anything. Not his faith. Or his broken heart.]

[thevictoriandetective]

I know.

[Sherlock sounds utterly lost. He has no idea what to do. It was why he went to Ella. This was beyond him.]

I just wanted you to know that I am...sorry. If there's anything I can do--to help--

[sherringford]

[Takes a step closer]

[thevictoriandetective]

[His eyes widen, and he balks. How...? Again!?]

You--what are you doing here!?

[sherringford]

[Shrugs]

Nothing yet.

[thevictoriandetective]

How did you get out!?

[He's immediately on edge. He had no idea what to expect other than a whole heaping of Not Good.]

[thevictoriandetective]

(OOC: If you wanna interact with EP 1 Sherl let me know and I can change it, otherwise I'll take it from Ep 3 on! :3)

[sherringford]

Wherever and whenever is great with me. :)