(John can't help but watch them. It's like some kind of nature documentary--the mating dance of the consulting detective and the pathologist. Which is both awkward and weirdly cute.)
"Oh--good idea, less to keep track of." Sherlock's practical approach keeps him from getting too anxious about whether he's doing certain parts of relationship etiquette right or not. He's got space in his bag, she's going to be carrying her clutch for the rest of the evening, it works out.
Plus at this stage in their relationship, if she forgets anything in his bag it's just an excuse for him to come over again.
"Right. Well. We're off, then, don't expect me back till tomorrow, Welsh beer in the fridge for you. Enjoy your daughter and leftovers."
"Cheers, you two," John says. "Don't let me see you on the news later."
*
Sherlock actually handles dinner a lot better than he'd ever thought he would handle a dinner date he doesn't have to fake his way through. Sure, a couple of the other diners look at them funny when they get into an animated discussion of the experiment he's going to have to clean out of the lab, but he never has to pretend that he's interested in something when he isn't, and he's not bored for a second.
Molly is--fun to be around. She's more confident than he's ever seen her, and she laughs often, and when she gets up to hit the ladies' room at one point he can't help but notice that the dress she's wearing makes her arse look ridiculously good.
It's only the thought of getting to watch her react to the ballet that keeps him from suggesting they take a cab straight back to her place.
The Royal Opera House is a beautiful place; tonight it's absolutely glittering, as befits a major artistic premiere. (Sherlock stops for a moment at the coat check to make sure the person taking their coats is someone he knows, and even then he slips the young woman a hundred quid to keep a close eye on their things.)
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"Oh--good idea, less to keep track of." Sherlock's practical approach keeps him from getting too anxious about whether he's doing certain parts of relationship etiquette right or not. He's got space in his bag, she's going to be carrying her clutch for the rest of the evening, it works out.
Plus at this stage in their relationship, if she forgets anything in his bag it's just an excuse for him to come over again.
"Right. Well. We're off, then, don't expect me back till tomorrow, Welsh beer in the fridge for you. Enjoy your daughter and leftovers."
"Cheers, you two," John says. "Don't let me see you on the news later."
*
Sherlock actually handles dinner a lot better than he'd ever thought he would handle a dinner date he doesn't have to fake his way through. Sure, a couple of the other diners look at them funny when they get into an animated discussion of the experiment he's going to have to clean out of the lab, but he never has to pretend that he's interested in something when he isn't, and he's not bored for a second.
Molly is--fun to be around. She's more confident than he's ever seen her, and she laughs often, and when she gets up to hit the ladies' room at one point he can't help but notice that the dress she's wearing makes her arse look ridiculously good.
It's only the thought of getting to watch her react to the ballet that keeps him from suggesting they take a cab straight back to her place.
The Royal Opera House is a beautiful place; tonight it's absolutely glittering, as befits a major artistic premiere. (Sherlock stops for a moment at the coat check to make sure the person taking their coats is someone he knows, and even then he slips the young woman a hundred quid to keep a close eye on their things.)