The Affair
"Sherlock...
Sherlock, please...
Sherlock...
Listen to me...
Sherlock...
Sherlock, I want to help you."
"I don't need your help."
"Then... Why did you come here?"
"I don't know."
"Why don't you... Why don't you go..."
"Fine. I shall."
"..."
"..."
"Sherlock... You're still here..."
"I need to think."
"..."
"Molly, that was a rather large sigh. Did you not want to help me?"
"I thought you didn't want my help?"
"I don't."
"Sherlock..."
"Oh, don't be tiresome, Molly."
"Sherlock, you're hurting."
"Hurting?"
"Oh, don't sound like that. Don't pretend you're not."
"I'm not."
"Sherlock..."
"Oh what, Molly?"
"That's better."
"What?"
"You're getting angry. Good, get angry."
"Don't be so ridiculous."
"Keep going..."
"I am NOT getting angry."
"You are."
"What are you? A shrink?"
"I'm a... friend."
"I don't HAVE friends."
"..."
"What?"
"I... I wonder why."
"Molly. Don't be like that."
"Oh, you're right. So right. Because you don't have friends. You have your stupid dominatrix. Oh wait, not anymore.
...
...
... Oh dear God, I'm so sorry, Sherlock! That was tactless and stupid and I was just being silly, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it! Honest, I swear!"
"Molly. Shut up."
"I am, Sherlock. I'm sorry."
"You've already apologised for what you said."
"No, no, I don't mean that. I mean the whole situation. I'm sorry it happened."
"Why? You didn't make her leave me for Moriarty. It's not your fault."
"I know... But I'm sorry that you're hurting, Sherlock."
"Don't be a moron."
"I don't want you to hurt."
"Oh."
"So... Yeah."
"Why?"
"What?"
"John tells me I hurt you. Even I have noticed that. Why not wish the same on me?"
"It's not the same."
"No. Evidently. But you're still hurt."
"So are you."
"You hurt all the time."
"Is... Is that the difference?"
"So you do hurt all the time? Thank you."
"..."
"What now?"
"You just... You always... You... It was a mistake to come here."
"Was it?"
"Yes... Will I see you in the morgue anytime soon?"
"Wait. What? Why are you getting up?"
"I'm leaving, Sherlock. Please answer my question, I need to prepare cadavers for you if you are."
"Molly. Stay."
"Actually, I think it might be best if you don't come back to Barts for a while; you need time."
"Molly."
"It's a... a self preservation thing, you see... I'll just..."
"Don't leave. Don't... Please."
"That's a first."
"What?"
"You never say please..."
"Do I not? Hm."
"Alrighty, is that all?"
"No. That is most certainly not all."
"What do you need?"
"Come and sit here."
"Wh - what? Next to you?
"Are you blind? Can you not see the space in which I am patting?"
"Oh... I just thought that... I just..."
"Do hurry up."
"..."
"Are you sitting comfortably?... Why are you giggling?"
"It's nothing, I just... I... I feel like you're about to tell me a story."
"I'm not."
"I know."
"..."
"Sherlock?"
"Hm?"
"I know... I know you're hurting right now but, look, you don't have to admit it. Is just... It'll get better. It will. Soon she'll be deleted from you mind palace."
"... Molly... Why did you just kiss my forehead?"
"Oh... Well... My mum used to do it to me when I went through a break up or something."
"Oh."
"... Yeah."
"OH."
"... Sherlock? Why did you just kiss my forehead?"
"I'm compensating for the 'or something' that I probably caused."
"Are you on about... About..."
"The fact that you're unconditionally and moronically in love with me? Yes. Yes I am."
"Oh... Well... Well... I..."
"Molly. I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"For your pain."
"Why? You can't help the way you feel?"
"I know. I'm just sorry for the hurt you feel."
"I'll..."
"Get over it? I hope you do."
"Me too."
"Thank you."
"Oh, for?"
"For helping me even though I don't need it."
"You're welcome, Sherlock. Anytime."
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