bullterrierboy:
[text: Molly H.] Hm. But I know you do.
[text] You know I do? But I never said anything. M
bullterrierboy:
[text] You don’t like me, and that’s fine, okay? Just don’t act as if you own Sherlock. VT
[text] Because, let me tell you that, you don’t. VT
[text] I don’t own Sherlock. M
[text] How could I own him? M
[text] I never said that I don’t like you either. M
bullterrierboy:
Victor nodded, then turned around to make tea for both of them. He sighed at her question. “I don’t know if I want to talk about it. It’s just… I wish he had said something.” he whispered. “I have no idea what he thinks about it.”
Looking across at Victor, Molly put down her food in favour of going across to him. “Victor… Look at me. You don’t know what he’s thinking, but that doesn’t mean it will be bad. He may not have been expecting you to ask him that. You don’t know what could have possibly been going through his mind.”
bullterrierboy:
Victor followed her and took the chocolate, giving her a bright smile at her words. “God, you’re an angel!” he said, hugging her for a moment again. “Do you want to drink something? Coffee, tea, whatever?” he asked, already opening the chocote.
“A cuppa would be nice… I still haven’t managed to try all of your collection yet. I’m missing quite a few still.” Getting her own food out, she began to unwrap it to eat, glad for anything at all just then. She normally did not each this stuff, but it had to do on some occasions. “Did you want to talk about it? Or wait until after?”
bullterrierboy:
Sliding his arms around her, he pulled her closer and sighed, then bit his lower lip. “Nothing.” he whispered after a moment of silence. “That’s the point. He did nothing, he said nothing. I have no idea what he actually thinks about it.”
Victor sighed again and let go of her, stepping away so she could enter the flat. “Thank you. For coming, I mean. That means a lot to me.”
Coming into the flat when she had been released from the hug, Molly smiled slightly to Victor, making her way to the small kitchen. She still had her food to eat and she’d rather not mess up his sofa by eating on it. Placing her handbag down on the countertop, she brought out the chocolate she had bought for him and slid it in his direction.
“I wasn’t sure which brand you liked best, so I got one of each of the white chocolates from all of the brands.”
bullterrierboy:
Victor got up from the sofa when he heard the door bell, slowly walking towards the door. God, he definitely didn’t feel as good as he wanted to feel, and the blond man had to admit that he was sure this wouldn’t change, whatever Molly wanted to do.
He opened the door and leaned against the wall next to it as he waited for her, trying to smile.
From the moment that Molly saw Victor, she knew things were worse than she had feared. He could not even smile just then, which was not a good sign at all. Taking in the sight of him standing there, Molly’s heart went out to him as she saw just how much he was hurting now.
Putting down her two bags quickly, she wrapped her arms around Victor in a tight hug, silently reassuring him that she was there and it would be alright. “Tell me all about it. What did he do?”
bullterrierboy:
[text: Molly H.] Great. Tea will be ready when you’re here. VT
Walking down the busy street, Molly slipped her phone into her pocket as she went. She carried a brown paper bag with the familiar logo of golden arches on it while in her other hand she had Victor’s chocolate safely tucked away into her handbag.
As she walked, she cleared her head of any bad thoughts she possessed, not wanting to put any more of a damper on Victor’s mood. This was not about herself now, it was about helping her friend. Making her way up to his door, she pressed lightly on the doorbell to let him know she was here.
bullterrierboy:
[text: Molly H.] So do I. We’ll see. VT
[text] I’ll be there soon. M
bullterrierboy:
[text: Molly H.] Thank you. Thank you so much. VT
[text] You’re welcome. I hope he comes back with a good answer when this is all over. M
bullterrierboy:
[text: Molly H.] Sorry. I should shut up. VT
[text] No, don’t think that you have to stop because of me. What you two have is special. You should love him. M
My name is Molly Hooper, I'm single