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[322434]

Funny. You watch all that and come away with me.

Now now, don't shy away- I'm not complaining. Just interested.

Do you think that's an avoidance tactic, or am I just irresistible? Could be both, you know. Alright, it's probably both.

[...]

I'm fine. Oh, dear, you don't really think I go in for grief, do you? No.

No, it's not my thing. If I were you, I really wouldn't bother.

Comments

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Your thing is sex for shock value.
Boring.
-SH

[322434]

My thing is sex, darling. 'Play the game for the game's own sake' and so on.

I see you took a tumble.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Everything is a game in the end.
SH

[322434]

Hark at him. The fake vicar preaching to the choir.

But does John agree with that, I wonder?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[There's a long pause before the reply comes.]

Spoken with him recently?
SH

[322434]

God, no. There's a grand total of one person he needs to see back from the dead. We can't all just show up in the kitchen and ask how things have been going in the land of the living. Nerves of steel only stretch so far.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

I

[He accidentally hit "send" when he sniffed. Even his nerves of steele are weak these days.]

I watch over him.
He will be fine.
-SH

[322434]

Oh, Sherlock.

Do you remember New Year's Day? John? Getting into that big black car- silly boy, he'll trust anyone in a big black car, I swear. Do you remember what he said to me when he found out I was alive?

You're an artist, in your own way; I'm going to trust this particular parallel isn't lost on you.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

When the time is right.
SH

[322434]

Idiot.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

I prefer my friends alive, thank you.
SH

[322434]

And so does he, I'm sure.

I told you someone loves you, Sherlock- could try not to make him hate you?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[There's another long pause.]

Let's have dinner.
SH

[322434]

Let's. When the time is right.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He smiles when he reads her reply. He doesn't send another message, this was enough for now. Someone besides Molly knows he's alive.]

[doespostmortems]

I thought he might um... have contacted you.

[322434]

[With forced amusement:] My God, I'm sure he doesn't want me on top of everything.

I hope he said a proper thank you.

[doespostmortems]

He's Sherlock.

[A pause.]

I don't expect proper thank yous.

[322434]

When you start expecting them, you start getting them, I find. Even from Sherlock.

Of course, it also works the other way around- so I'll start. Thank you, Molly Hooper.

[doespostmortems]

[Molly can't argue with that, because he'd gotten better since Christmas. However, the apology makes her stammer a bit.]

Thank you... [And she leaves it hanging because]

Sorry, not sure what to call you.

[322434]

Irene Adler. The woman.

[doespostmortems]

Yes, Sherlock complained... er mentioned you.

Thank you, Ms. Adler.

[the_new_sexy]

Surprising, I think.

Sentimentality usually ends with grief, in one form or another.