It's really mostly weird because he's met the man face to face, has at least some idea of what he must be like (at least from what Sherlock could deduce at the time and what he's reasonably sure Molly will and won't put up with), and because Tom is the only person he's ever been jealous of in this specific way. He's not sure how to deal with that, and he's not sure how to articulate any of it because he's never learned to negotiate being in love with someone.
Sherlock's brain is, for once, fairly useless in this situation. So, as hesitantly as that first time on Saturday morning, he allows his untested heart to do what it wants.
He leans over and kisses one of her red cheeks.
"The awkward leading the awkward, I suppose," he manages quietly, which sounds far more lame once he's said it aloud than it did in the half-second it took for it to bubble up through him, but which he hopes she understands.
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Date: 2017-03-08 02:03 am (UTC)Sherlock's brain is, for once, fairly useless in this situation. So, as hesitantly as that first time on Saturday morning, he allows his untested heart to do what it wants.
He leans over and kisses one of her red cheeks.
"The awkward leading the awkward, I suppose," he manages quietly, which sounds far more lame once he's said it aloud than it did in the half-second it took for it to bubble up through him, but which he hopes she understands.