Molly Hooper paced anxiously up and down outside the church.
With her secrets now laid bare before the consulting detective, she was certain there would be no possibility of her continuing her work in the mortuary at Barts.
She was so caught up in her thoughts that she wasn't aware of his presence until she felt his finger under her chin as he raised her downcast face, forcing her to meet his steady gaze.
Bracing herself for the expected scorn and reproach, she instead encountered… admiration.
"Never fear, your secret is safe with me," Holmes assured her. "I am nothing without my pathologist."
"Yours?" she queried tentatively.
"Mine," he confirmed, his voice roughened by emotions long suppressed. "As I am yours."