{~Open~}

John glanced back at the table and reached to pat Molly’s hand, smiling lightly. “Hey, if you ever need a bit of company, I’m nearly always free. So long as Sherlock doesn’t have me running about on a case.” John shook his head. Some times Sherlock really ran him ragged. It was nice to get away from the flat once in a while and see a friendly face. “Oh you poor dear.” John gave a small chuckle. “I didn’t break my leg until I was in primary school. Rugby accident.” The man smiled and nodded. “Yeah, we all do, especially as children.”

Molly nodded her head slightly as John patted the back of her hand reassuringly, knowing in her mind she had no need to feel this way at all. She did have a few friends, just none that she was extraordinarily close to. “I know… Though you’re out running with him quite a lot.” She forced a smile back onto her face again after a moment, not wanting to ruin John’s evening at all. “I was four at the time. Still small enough for Dad to carry me around to get me where I wanted to go. I used it to suck up as well. Get that book I wanted or an extra big dessert. He knew what I was doing, I think, but he let me get away with it anyway.”