(Just another conversation with Molly that devolved into Sherlock and John bickering.)
SH: I won't give you a hug just because you foolhardily placed yourself in an emotionally vulnerable position. -SH
JW: And I won't buy any more milk until I get a hug. -JW
SH: I'll have to steal some from Mrs. Hudson then. Do you really want that on your conscience? And don't say I'm the one who should feel guilty; you forced my hand.
JW: She has a bad hip!! You are stealing milk from a woman with a bad hip! And you should feel guilty when she is scolding you after I tell her about your milk thievery.
SH: Well you are leaving me no viable alternative. You know I've endured her scoldings many times without any unfortunate emotional response.
JW: Hugs are not all that bad Sherlock. Should I phone Anderson and have him show you how they are done?
SH: I will jump off a building again.
For real this time.
JW: Oh that is below the belt. But Molly will probably catch you from below. In her embrace. AKA hug.
SH: At least that would be preferable to Anderson. Unless she got the idea in her head that my hug indicated any form of fondness.
JW: Well we could pull out all the stops and have them both catch you. Oh and Sally too. I know how fond you are of her.
SH: Why are you set on concocting such horrible scenarios for me? I'm now going to need a nicotine patch to get through the rest of the evening.
JW: Because. I. Need. A. Hug. And some jam. Seemed to have finished it off with the toast this morning.
SH: Perhaps your latest girlfriend could help you. Have I met this one?
JW: You scared her off with that bloody corpse in the bathroom. It was only last night! Honestly your short term memory worries me mate.
SH: IT. WAS. AN. EXPERIMENT.
JW: IT. WAS. GROSS.
SH: It's important that I understand the rate of blood loss on a perpendicular victim. It would have helped me solve my last case much more quickly.
I will not apologize for taking my work seriously.
JW: But in our toilet? You could have left it in the morgue bathrooms!
SH: I was trying to avoid another social interaction with Molly.
JW: Think of the scare you could have given her. Would have been a laugh.
Oh God, now your twisted sense of humor is rubbing off on me.
SH: She is highly acclimated to the sigh of dead bodies. Wouldn't have been worth the trouble.
And I would rather you share my work ethic than my sense of humor.
JW: Well the janitor then. That could have amusing potential.
Life isn't all about work, even if your marriage is.
SH: I'm starting to think you're the one with the twisted sense of humor, not me.
JW: I blame the PTSD.
SH: You blame a lot of things on the PTSD.
JW: It's convenient, you have to admit.
