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His calm composure did nothing for the broiling anger within her small frame. How could he be so cavalier about this? Those men were dead, their lives stolen away. Even if they were terrible men, who was he to decide their fate? 

“Even if you’re right, even if they were going to do something to me, what you did was excessive. Who are you to pass judgement on them? Why didn’t you call the police? Don’t say there wasn’t time. I know you could have made time, that you could have given the Yard all the evidence they would ever need.” she responded, her small feet pattering against the hardwood floor as she paced. 

She couldn’t stay still. 

“That’s harsh. What IF you got drunk, would you despise yourself then?” QUERIED she as she  perched her knuckles beneath her chin.

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“Gods yes.” she said in return, having followed after him, arms wrapped tightly around her shivering form. The flat was cozy, it’s warmth a welcoming contrast to the snow that blanketed the city and she could feel the warmth chasing the chill from her bones, fingertips tingling with returning sensation. 

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Molly let out a deep sigh and put her hands on her hips, a most motherly gesture. A trait that was further accentuated by the words that fell from her thin lips next.

“You haven’t been sleeping again have you?” she asked, her tone gentle and her warm eyes looking over him with familial concern, a few steps closing the distance between them and her hand reaching out to press against his forehead.