Falling For a Man Named Mr. Holmes
"Why did you come back?" He asked abruptly, wiping a dab of sauce off of his lip.
"It was the right thing to do," I sighed, feeling myself being dragged into a long needed talk. "I couldn't let you let yourself wither away. You need to take care of yourself, Sherlock."
"Life seemed rather pointless with you mad at me," His gaze met mine, and my heart skipped a beat. I was caught speechless. "But to be fair, I was an arse."
"Yes, you were," I unwound my scarf from my neck. "People have feelings, Sherlock, and you need to respect them. Just because you don't have emotion-"
"Who's told I don't feel?" His eyes glittered with such intensity it made my cheek heat up, and I regretted my earlier comment.
"I didn't mean it that way," I replied evenly. If Sherlock was going to play this game, then so be it.
Sherlock crumpled his wrapper in one hand and closed the distance between us, cupping my face with his palms firmly. "If anyone's told you I don't have feelings they've lied, Molly Hooper, because I most certainly have very strong feelings for you."