(She won't know it for a while, but John has to excuse himself for a minute to swallow back a sudden lump in his throat when he gets her texts. He'd never have expected this kind of emotional growth from his best friend, and while objectively he's aware it couldn't have happened without him... well, it's different to hear it, and it touches him, and makes him miss Mary because he knows she'd have been proud of them both.)
To: Molly From: John
2:31 PM: Thanks Molly.
To: Molly From: Sophie (Work)
Well, that much I can tell just by looking at you! ;) Is there ANYTHING you can tell me?? Otherwise I'll just keep imagining it's Daniel Craig.
When he sees her again, Sherlock's face lights with the same kind of slow smile he usually reserves for John--only because it's aimed at Molly, it's different, its warmth just a single degree softer than he lets anyone see.
"Hi," he replies, and because it's been approximately three days too many since the last time, he bends to kiss her. Right there, on the front step, in full view of the surveillance camera he knows his brother has pointed at the door. (Hell, if Kitty Riley is still bitter that his reputation's been redeemed twice over by now, she'd be welcome to watch and tweet about it too. He's been through a shattering ordeal and somehow emerged from it having earned the privilege of being the only person who gets to kiss Molly Hooper like this. Sherlock thinks he's more than allowed to show off.)
The kiss doesn't last long, though. Rosie isn't quite big enough to reach Sherlock's curls yet, but she does manage to get a fistful of his coat lapel and yank on it insistently, burbling excitedly.
"Ow," he says fondly as he pulls back. "Manners, tiny Watson."
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Date: 2017-02-19 12:45 am (UTC)To: Molly
From: John
2:31 PM: Thanks Molly.
To: Molly
From: Sophie (Work)
Well, that much I can tell just by looking at you! ;) Is there ANYTHING you can tell me?? Otherwise I'll just keep imagining it's Daniel Craig.
When he sees her again, Sherlock's face lights with the same kind of slow smile he usually reserves for John--only because it's aimed at Molly, it's different, its warmth just a single degree softer than he lets anyone see.
"Hi," he replies, and because it's been approximately three days too many since the last time, he bends to kiss her. Right there, on the front step, in full view of the surveillance camera he knows his brother has pointed at the door. (Hell, if Kitty Riley is still bitter that his reputation's been redeemed twice over by now, she'd be welcome to watch and tweet about it too. He's been through a shattering ordeal and somehow emerged from it having earned the privilege of being the only person who gets to kiss Molly Hooper like this. Sherlock thinks he's more than allowed to show off.)
The kiss doesn't last long, though. Rosie isn't quite big enough to reach Sherlock's curls yet, but she does manage to get a fistful of his coat lapel and yank on it insistently, burbling excitedly.
"Ow," he says fondly as he pulls back. "Manners, tiny Watson."