Several weeks passed and the Holmes family persisted in visiting Euros. Mycroft managed to express his anger, regret, and sorrow for his actions but besides brief moments of acknowledgement she never spoke to him.
Violet and Sigar never failed to tell her that she was loved and that she was a member of their family but mostly they were happy to sit across the glass in silence. Or when possible watch their two youngest match the other on the violin.
As for Sherlock on those brief moments that he could steal alone with Euros he made sure to bring her gifts to play with varying from a replica of a doll she used to have when she was younger to a chess set.
On one particular visit alone with her Sherlock entered the room placing his violin case on the ground beside him and walked towards the glass making sure to stop before the drawn line keeping his distance.
"Do you think we're capable of love?"
She didn't respond. He didn't expect her to.
"I love our parents, even Mycroft. Even you despite all you've done. I love John. Not in that way." He made sure to specify even though he was sure she knew how he meant it.
"Mum says I used to have… crushes as a child sounds so ordinary. Surreal even. You never did have a chance for that… or did you? I do recall you mentioning a nurse. Though you never did specify male or female although according to mum she'd love us either way."
"You also managed to escape from here several times and were presented with several interesting visitors… Dear Lord please tell me you never had the 'hots' for James Moriarty ugh. No idea what Molly saw in him," Sherlock froze as the words left his mouth and was quick to scold his features. He saw his sister smirk as if she'd gotten to the root of the problem without even trying. Maybe she had. Damn her.
"Moriarty told you about Molly didn't he? About her feelings for me. She was on your radar the entire time, but why involve her? How did you see how important she was to me when he missed it?"
She shrugged involuntarily and frowned that he managed to get a reaction out of her.
"Well, I doubt anyone will ever make that connection again."
She tilted her head probing him for more details.
"She wants nothing to do with me."
She looked down thinking over the possibilities and outcomes then turned to look back at him and pointed to herself.
"Obviously. I hurt her and this time an apology wasn't enough."
Euros paused rising and walking towards the glass before crossing her arms and glaring at her brother.
"What?"
She didn't say anything just stared at him expecting him to get it somehow.
"Oh, just spit it out. What is this whole silent treatment for. The doctors say it's a regression derived from the trauma. I think you're doing it because after so long you finally have people who are willing to listen and actually care about you and you don't know what to say."
She scoffed. He smiled.
"We may both be brilliant sister but even I can't read your mind."
Euros sighed exasperated and picked up her violin drawing back the bow and started playing.
Sherlock's eyes widened, "How do you even know that song you were incarcerated in 1984 that movie did not come out till 89."
She smiled, but there was a glint of annoyance in her eyes.
"Uncle Rudy had a heart after all did he?"
She scoffed again.
"No not Rudy… Mycroft interesting."
She rolled her eyes and started playing again and pointing to him.
"No, I didn't kiss her."
She shook her head.
"She punched me in the jaw and is more than capable of killing and cutting me open to remove my organs with a butter knife."
She snickered.
"Oh, shut it."
She raised her violin again and played another song causing him to wince.
"No, I didn't tell her I loved her either."
He could practically see her trying to restrain herself from groaning.
"I might but how am I supposed to know when the closest thing I've experienced to a relationship is one with a Dominatrix who manipulated me into giving up government secrets."
She smirked at him.
"Even if I do love Molly. She doesn't want me why would she when all I've ever done is manipulate her in the same way…"
The smirk widened as she nodded for him to go on.
"… the same way Irene did to me," he finished.
He ran his hands through his hair and moved to pick up the violin, but she shook her head and moved to place her violin back in its case and motioned toward the chess set on his side of the glass.
He nodded arranging the board and moving to take a seat on the floor.
