[Still. Molly wants it to count, the words of all those people, the ones she thinks of as friends. But it doesn't, for Sherlock. She knows it, so the protest dies before she even gets it out, and Molly's left to look around, doe-eyed and searching for some way to make it right.
Nothing around them helps. Toby, well. Toby's done with his milk, and set about cleaning himself, right there on the table.] Oh, Toby. That's--not where people eat! [And she smiles awkwardly, takes Toby down and sets him on her lap. There's a mewl of protest, but a weak one, since Molly sets about petting him again.
Then the right words come. Or at least, she hopes they're the right ones.]
You'll think of something. You always do. [Because he'd asked her before, what she would do if everything turned out to be a lie, and then it had, to almost everyone in the world. Almost.
That last bit he says, though. Oh, that gets Molly to nod, and quickly.] Oh, don't worry about that. I--I don't want to see Jim again. Ever.
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[Still. Molly wants it to count, the words of all those people, the ones she thinks of as friends. But it doesn't, for Sherlock. She knows it, so the protest dies before she even gets it out, and Molly's left to look around, doe-eyed and searching for some way to make it right.
Nothing around them helps. Toby, well. Toby's done with his milk, and set about cleaning himself, right there on the table.] Oh, Toby. That's--not where people eat! [And she smiles awkwardly, takes Toby down and sets him on her lap. There's a mewl of protest, but a weak one, since Molly sets about petting him again.
Then the right words come. Or at least, she hopes they're the right ones.]
You'll think of something. You always do. [Because he'd asked her before, what she would do if everything turned out to be a lie, and then it had, to almost everyone in the world. Almost.
That last bit he says, though. Oh, that gets Molly to nod, and quickly.] Oh, don't worry about that. I--I don't want to see Jim again. Ever.