One of the things he's always envied, hated, and loved about his brother is how well Mycroft can make himself fit in with other people. Not that Mycroft is friendly, but, well, Sherlock's had less and less inclination to pour his energy into social graces every time someone's called him a freak, and that's happened a lot more to him than it has to his brother. (At least, that he knows of.) And he's always so infuriatingly calm about it.
And yet Molly Hooper--Molly, who's emphatically not a freak, who has a heart that's not essentially a hot mess with a pulse and a highly competent brain--finds negotiating social bullshit just as exhausting as he does.
For a second that weird falling feeling hits Sherlock again.
Her question, though, pushes it safely to the back of his mind to be processed later, and he huffs out a laugh.
"They're living fossil fish. Thought to be extinct until they were rediscovered in 1938. Not sure if there are any specimens on display in Portsmouth, though, or would have been when you were younger."
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And yet Molly Hooper--Molly, who's emphatically not a freak, who has a heart that's not essentially a hot mess with a pulse and a highly competent brain--finds negotiating social bullshit just as exhausting as he does.
For a second that weird falling feeling hits Sherlock again.
Her question, though, pushes it safely to the back of his mind to be processed later, and he huffs out a laugh.
"They're living fossil fish. Thought to be extinct until they were rediscovered in 1938. Not sure if there are any specimens on display in Portsmouth, though, or would have been when you were younger."