She doesn't smell like her, look like her, think like her. She doesn't sound like her.
...And yet, here I am with a thrown together excuse to eat crisps which are a day off expiring.
"Sherlock." The subtle shake in her voice piqued the corner of my lip but it was easily subdued by thrusting another under-salted wafer snack.
"No Molly, it's not." Her eyes cast up from telescope, soft flutters of dark sepia between the loose tangles of fallow locks. She parted her lips and they closed and her browse knitted in that adordable- No not adorable but pleasing to see none the less.
She have out a breath as he munched on another of his late-night snack. This was boring, yes. Though probably not all that bad when in the company of Molly Hooper. She wasn't The Woman, but she would always be his woman, even if no one believed it, including herself. Alas, it's for the best.