Molly wouldn't say she was entirely devoid of anxiety. Maybe because she had lived in the world as half of a coupled pair far longer than Sherlock and thus knew where monsters may lie, she knew that travel could strain even the best relationship. When people got tired, hungry, or potentially lost, their true colours were more likely to come barreling out. What she supposed she and Sherlock had going for them was that Sherlock couldn't hide his true colours behind the Great Wall of China. She'd seen every shade of his terrible moods and much of his bad behaviors as well, before they had even become a couple. Traveling with him couldn't possibly bring out anything worse than the drugs.
Molly supposed she was just curious (and a teeny, tiny bit nervous) to see what vacation Sherlock would be like. She really had no clue. Even when there wasn't a case and they were out enjoy a day or a date night, there was always the possibility of a case looming. The whole of London was a potential case in waiting. And then there was her own schedule - odd hours, long shifts, thinking about work even while not at work. It had been far too long since she had taken a proper holiday herself. It was overdue, for both of them.
She smiled at Sherlock as she grabbed her roller bag. Of course he'd called a cab already. Toby ignored them as they made their way out of the flat and onto the street. The cab wasn't waiting yet, but it rolled up soon after and they were off to the airport, Mrs. Hudson waving at them from the doorway of 221.
Once they were truly on their way, Molly let out a breath. It was a bit of relief to just be done with the part before the leaving - the planning and packing and all that. Now, whatever happened would happen.
"How would you feel about a 'no phone on holiday' rule?" she asked as she looked over at Sherlock who was on said phone at the moment. "Except for maps and photos and googling restaurants."
She knew boredom was his nemesis and the phone was part of his way of coping, but it seemed a shame to spend the money to go to a beautiful new place and spend half of it looking at a screen.
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Date: 2019-01-10 04:59 am (UTC)Molly supposed she was just curious (and a teeny, tiny bit nervous) to see what vacation Sherlock would be like. She really had no clue. Even when there wasn't a case and they were out enjoy a day or a date night, there was always the possibility of a case looming. The whole of London was a potential case in waiting. And then there was her own schedule - odd hours, long shifts, thinking about work even while not at work. It had been far too long since she had taken a proper holiday herself. It was overdue, for both of them.
She smiled at Sherlock as she grabbed her roller bag. Of course he'd called a cab already. Toby ignored them as they made their way out of the flat and onto the street. The cab wasn't waiting yet, but it rolled up soon after and they were off to the airport, Mrs. Hudson waving at them from the doorway of 221.
Once they were truly on their way, Molly let out a breath. It was a bit of relief to just be done with the part before the leaving - the planning and packing and all that. Now, whatever happened would happen.
"How would you feel about a 'no phone on holiday' rule?" she asked as she looked over at Sherlock who was on said phone at the moment. "Except for maps and photos and googling restaurants."
She knew boredom was his nemesis and the phone was part of his way of coping, but it seemed a shame to spend the money to go to a beautiful new place and spend half of it looking at a screen.