"Ummmm… Darling, I think I have a bit of explaining to do…"
Greg looked up from his morning newspaper, looking at Molly's worried face.
"Explaining? What about?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"Well, I may have accused you of… briefly anyway… of going on the sniff…"
Greg paused, frowning, before his face lit up with sudden understanding. "Oh. THAT," he said.
Molly swallowed, looking a bit sheepish.
"I'm sorry you don't remember goosing me, I can assure you that you took a great deal of satisfaction in it. Honestly if you hadn't been so looped I might have enjoyed it a bit myself," he winked.
"Can't you be serious about this?" Molly pleaded. "I DO remember now, I'm trying to apologize. I all but accused you of cheating on me!"
"Molly, love," Greg soothed, do you remember when I was rat arsed on pain medication not that long ago? I THINK, maybe, I may have believed, albeit briefly, that you had a thing for Mycroft Holmes, that you had actually made a pass at him in front of me in hospital."
"Mycroft? But Mycroft didn't visit you in hospital, darling." Molly responded.
"Exactly my point. Call it temporary medically induced insanity," he concluded, pulling her close to kiss her soundly. "I'VE nothing to forgive, though I can't speak for my bruised bum…"