Homeless and looking

[doespostmortems]

You know mundane, I had a blog before. I stopped using it for a reason, and really don't see the point of starting all this again. I'm fine just doing what I've been doing, me and my work and Toby. I don't need to go anywhere else, and I don't want to.

But please do stop thinking that I'm going to die this week. I'm a mouse, remember, and they're not likely to kill the mouse no matter how much Sherlock apologized for Christmas.

And there's nothing going on with myself and DI Lestrade. It's silly, and he's married.

I think I should get back to work now.

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[doespostmortems]

[That made Molly chuckle weakly.]

Don't worry, Sherlock, you can count on me not too.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[And it's about twenty minutes of silence before he finally 'surfaces for air'.]

So, have you discovered any other abnormalities because of her condition? I mean... perhaps at the molecular level?

[He knows he's stretching, but he's curious.]

[doespostmortems]

[Molly has been doing other work, so she blinks a bit when he actually speaks, and he's speaking to her. Shaking her head, Molly responded.]

No. Everything else came back normal for her age, gender and lifestyle.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He sighs.]

Well, I suppose the interesting details have to end at some point.

[He looks over at her and tilts his head slightly. He offers a tiny smiles.]

Thank you, I haven't had that much fun in awhile.

[John would berate him for having 'fun over a dead body' but, John doesn't understand.]

[doespostmortems]

You're welcome.

[Molly understands. She's good with dead bodies, and she's cheerful about it.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Which is why he's always trusted her.]

Well, do text me if you find anything else?

[He simply trusts her reply and starts to head out.]