Molly doesn't have time to respond to that before his lips are against hers. She kisses him back, her eyes slipping shut into the lazy kiss. His words from the lab that day play in her head. They used to play over and over in the years he'd been gone. It had become her mantra: "You count. You count. You count." It was what had gotten her through his funeral and the aftermath. It was a reminder that if she was capable and strong enough to help Sherlock take down Moriarty, then there wasn't anything she couldn't do. (At the time she thought that included getting over Sherlock and making a life for herself, which didn't really work out as planned but she can't really feel bad about that now.)
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