They've already shared an incredibly intimate morning, but somehow this, a true, real, heartfelt hug from Sherlock Holmes feels by far the most intimate. Her arms easily wrap around his slim form tightly and take the comfort that he offers. He smells like her soap and his detergent and himself. It's new to have herself mixed in there and she likes it. The tears she tried to hold back, fall down her cheeks, but she doesn't dissolve into a crying mess. She's already done that enough for Mary.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to bring down the mood," she murmurs into his chest. "I was just thinking how pleased Mary would be..."