[He wants to tell her to leave it, to just focus on Sherlock. She hadn't even really known his name before today. But that's just it. She's done so much for him, given her time, her money, her car. Hardly knowing him, Molly Hooper has done all of this. It's the reason he cant just tell her to piss off. John covers his eyes briefly, thinking about Molly, thinking about Lestrade and his kindness, Jake and his, as well.
John's been working off the kindness of actual and virtual strangers over the past few days. Even Sergeant Donovan had brought the suit. Clara is a friend--was a friend--and he'd dumped everything to do with Harry square in her lap.]
I can't do this here, Molly. Not like this. Please.
[His voice is quieter, pleading. It would be humiliating to do this here and now, and his pride has taken enough of a hit as-is.]
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John's been working off the kindness of actual and virtual strangers over the past few days. Even Sergeant Donovan had brought the suit. Clara is a friend--was a friend--and he'd dumped everything to do with Harry square in her lap.]
I can't do this here, Molly. Not like this. Please.
[His voice is quieter, pleading. It would be humiliating to do this here and now, and his pride has taken enough of a hit as-is.]