Sherlock wasn't one for television. His girlfriend however was. She was always telling him about the new films coming out and what happened in the most recent episode of 'Doctor Who'. If this was anyone else he would've ignored them or ridiculed them. But this was Molly Hooper, and so he listened. He took her to every film she talked about; even the 'chick-flicks'. He even sat through Glee with her, which Molly was okay with. She knew that THIS boyfriend definitely wasn't gay.
Every now and then Molly would pretend to be interested in mysteries or thrillers because she knew how much Sherlock enjoyed them. Even if he didn't say so.
"It was obviously the gardener… what?! That is… completely and absolutely fictional. Realistically…" he would always go on when they watched mysteries, earning glares from the other watchers.
But Molly didn't mind.
"Oh, Sherlock! That was just so sad," Molly would blubber the whole way home, using the tissues he had stuffed in his pockets to dry her tears. He was prepared for this.
But Sherlock didn't mind.
Anyone who just observed the consulting detective from the outside immediately assumed that Sherlock couldn't love anybody; but Molly knew better.
Anybody who knew the perky brunette assumed she was too sweet to love somebody like him; but Sherlock knew better.
They balanced each other, and no matter how many ridiculous movies Sherlock had to sit through, he would never get tired of his Molly Hooper.
A.N: I didn't have a good idea for this prompt but I hope you like it anyway!
Tomorrow is "on a date", so expect a longer one ;)
