John and Sherlock were, as so often in the last few days, in the process of clearing the last pieces of rubble from the explosion out of the flat.
It had been 3 days since John had found out about Molly's plans and apparently Sherlock still didn't know anything about them.
"Have you spoken to Molly yet?" he asked as he searched the remains.
Sherlock stiffened instantly and turned his eyes slightly.
"Are you going to start that again?" he asked annoyed.
"Yes, Sherlock. I'm going to start again. It's been just over a week since that phone call and three days after you first met again. And even then you haven't exchanged a word with her, let alone looked her in the eye. I can feel that something is wrong. What's wrong, why won't you talk to her?" sighed John.
Sherlock didn't know himself and wondered what was going on with him in the morgue a few days ago. But he did not want to tell his friend.
"Why do you want me to talk to her so badly?"
John couldn't believe it. Was he really serious?
"Well, since this is Molly we're talking about. Our friend. Your friend. And you know only too well that you don't have many of those. The woman who knows you best of all of us and who has put up with your crap for years and years and still stands behind you and stands by you. You should consider yourself lucky to have such a self-sacrificing person at your side. You just owe it to her," he replied, now in a louder tone of voice.
"I know John but I have more important things to do right now. The renovation of the flat and all that..."
Inside, John slapped his hand in front of his head.
"Sherlock, you can't be serious! Is the flat really more important to you than fixing things with Molly? How can you be so stubborn?"
"I'm not being stubborn! I've just got other priorities right now," he just waved. There was a certain arrogance in his voice.
John realised that Sherlock was just trying to avoid him in some way. Obviously he was not aware of his feelings for her. But John knew that it would soon be too late. After all, Molly was leaving London in a month.
"Well, perhaps you should urgently rearrange your priorities then. Look, I know that was hard for you back then. To discover these new feelings and not know where to put them. But Molly is your friend and she loves you! God knows there aren't many of those on your side. You should really talk to her before it's too late!"
Sherlock wondered a bit about his last statement. What did he mean by late? But he was right about one thing. Molly was his friend and she was also the person who had put up with his crap for years and still was always there for him. He was really grateful for that and maybe he really should talk to her about this phone call.