Molly huffs out a fond laugh, imagining her interrupting her whole honeymoon just to angry text Sherlock.

"Sounds like Mary."

She lifts her head to look up at him and the path of her tears is on her face but she doesn't look nearly as sad.

"I wanted to go after you, when you left," she admits. "So badly."

But she couldn't. And, at the time, she didn't think he'd really want her to anyway.