Weeks passed since that day, and Sherlock spent every lunch period next to Molly. She wondered what exactly was up with him, but wasn't complaining.
Things at home hadn't calmed down though. Molly would come to school each day with a new bruise, cut, burn, or sore body part. Not that she'd express this to anyone. No. But the pain of it all made it hard to smile when Sherlock seemed to be trying so hard. Honestly, she loved him so much for trying. Even if it was in… odd ways.
He'd made her help him dissect a dead cat; study poisons, and helped her with her homework. It was bizarre how much he spoke at times. It'd be either too much or too little, and he was always flustered. Somehow, Molly found herself falling for him a little. He gave her such a peace of mind, and occasionally, his hand would brush against hers, or he would accidentally touch her shoulder, and apologize immediately as she flinched away. To Sherlock, it was becoming clear just how bad it was for Molly, and how he'd done nothing. He watched how each day, her eyes grew duller and duller, and her smiles were more forced. The sight of her made his chest pang and he just wanted to help. He knew he'd not be able to do anything.
After a particularly okay week (meaning one where Molly didn't have any bruises or visible marks), Molly decided she was going to be confident with herself. Instead of wearing her normal slacks/jumper/loafers, she opted for a skirt she'd had sitting in her closet for weeks, and a nice top that wasn't very formal. She topped it with her cherry sweater and left for school. School went by well, and she received many compliments on her lovely attire. Mary especially wouldn't stop GUSHING over how beautiful Molly looked and Molly swore she saw Sherlock's jaw drop when he saw her.
"You look interesting," he said, raising an eyebrow at her. "Any particular need to look lovely? Is there a new boy?" He took a swig of his coffee and looked at her through his dark eyelashes. She blushed and shook her head. "I-I just wanted to look n-nice…" Sherlock nodded. "Well. You have succeeded in your endeavor. Now, please, will you pass that sample?" Molly complied and turned away so he couldn't see her blush and smile.