Molly was wracking her brain to find a way to help Sherlock. Ever since the discussion of the phone call, they had openly acknowledged that they both loved one another, but Sherlock wouldn't allow her to give him any affection. When she had asked him about it, he had explained that it was because he felt undeserving of her kisses and soft touch. Of course, she disagreed, pointing out that he had made up for his past mistakes and she had forgiven him long ago, but he was having none of it simply because he had never forgiven himself. But then, an idea came to mind...
"Molly may I examine this tissue sample from Mr. Lewis?" Sherlock inquired whilst they were in the morgue.
"Of course," she smiled. "Uh, Sherlock?"
"Hm?"
"I was wondering…would you like to have coffee?" Molly asked. The moment was familiar, as it was a callback to the first time she had asked him out.
"Yes I—I would like that very much, Molly," he replied, a small smile gracing his lips. They agreed to go to the little café a couple blocks down on her break. Sherlock had rather animatedly told her about his findings from studying the tissue sample and she was enjoying his excited babble. In all truthfulness, Molly had always found his experiments quite interesting, but she could only focus on how happy he looked.
"If you think about it, it all makes sense, really," he concluded.
"Mhmm," she nodded in agreeance.
"Molly?" he asked with concern.
"What?"
"You seem…distracted," Sherlock pointed out.
"I'm not," she insisted. "You just look so happy."
"Well, I feel happy," he told her. "You've no idea how much I've wanted to have a second chance at this coffee date with you." That told her all she needed to know. Molly planned to give him a second chance for every moment he felt he had wronged her.