i felt it ;

       So that smile on his lips, at least it was as sincere as it could ever be. The smile he got back from her—wasn’t expected. But that made Sherlock chuckle softly to himself. 

       ”Just two adults having a conversation on the tube. No harm there.” 

        Shifting where he was standing, Sherlock made no attempt to sit next to her, standing wasn’t much of an issue. At least the train wasn’t crowded—seemed like a dead evening. But he cleared his throat once more, deciding to introduce himself to the woman. 

 A quiet giggle falls from her lips, and she raises a hand demurely to stop it. 

      ❝ Sherlock? That's an unusual name. ❞

She falls silent again, debating whether to reveal her own name-- don't be foolish. there's no harm. 

I wrote (to) Natalie and I got her something when I had finished filming, saying, ‘I’m so sorry I had to say all those horrible things.

Do magic 8 ball work. Magic. Fate.

   [ This is getting just a little deep, isn’t it. ]

       ❝ Maybe... ❞

       ❝ Oh...  ❞

( If Thomas had entrusted this man with Nina, he must be a brilliant dancer. ) 

          Nina had been anticipating the hospital's visit with dread-- how could she have forgotten that it was today? The other girls had made cruel remarks, laughing at the expense of the less fortunate while they perfected their makeup, mocking them--- it was sad. Nina had tried to silence their cruel commentary; but they'd dismissed her as usual. 

        Yet as the crass woman stood before her, exulting her disgusting innuendos-- Nina regretted ever having come to their defence. 

        And the way she stated it, didn’t sound like a joke. So Sherlock cleared his throat, shook his head slightly.

The tall man didn't seem to wish her any ill intent. And so she offered him a shy smile, folding her hands demurely in her lap; the very picture of girlish innocence.                                                          --- The white swan personified.