The tea shop owner was going to sit down in the chair but felt a slight disproving in it, whether it was from himself or Molly he didn’t know. Molly didn’t say as much but perhaps she would be more comfortable with him closer. Or maybe he was being weird and presumptuous? Victor didn’t know and his stomach turned in knots with second guessing whether or not to move closer to the edge of the bed.
When Victor saw that she was wanting to change and freshen up so he stumbled slightly as he began to direct her to the lavatory. “If you want to you know take a shower or not I don’t… but feel free to use any of it.”
He was already directing her to where everything was inside the room, including the spare towels and such. Victor added on as he left the bathroom, having shown her it, “if you want me to wait outside of the door I can. So, I can hear you if you call me. And I think … If you want me to be on the other side of the bed, that’ll be okay too. If you are okay I mean…”
He turned bright crimson, whatever made him think to say that it was easy to say in his head but not he wished maybe he hadn’t. What if she didn’t mean it that way? What if she thought he was a weird person now? “Well, um… I mean, if you feel safer…”
Molly easily followed Victor to the bathroom, but her eyes darted around the room in an obsessive compulsive fashion, checking and double checking each corner with her eyes to be sure that she hadn’t missed something. Not that she didn’t trust Victor, but she didn’t trust herself. When he offered his shower to her, Molly thought about how she’d need another one to get rid of the second coat of blood she’d gotten that day. Earlier, after operating on Jim, Molly had gone home with the idea of a warm shower in the back of her mind. Of course, that was quickly ruined by what she found in her bedroom when she’d gotten out… she shuddered, but she knew a shower was the best decision.
“I’ll be right out,” she said, offering a smile and setting her clothes on the bathroom counter. She paid attention to Victor as he directed her to everything around the bathroom and then turned to face him as he began to exit.
His offer to stand on the other side of the door was so chivalrous… so brave and so kind, Molly couldn’t help but feel a warmth begin to melt away the fear around her heart. He cared about her. Genuinely and truly, he cared. That meant more than anything else probably could at the moment. At his next statement, Molly could sense something a little… off. Not in a suspicious or bad way, in a… was he nervous?
“Thank you, I’d appreciate that,” she answered, her smile becoming more genuine now. She was still shaken, but she was able to ignore some of those feelings in lieu of some of these better ones. Even if temporarily. “And as for the bed, I–” she didn’t know how to answer without being awkward. “– I’d appreciate that too.” Not as bad as it could have gone, really.
“I would. I would feel safer,” she insisted. With that, she looked at him, standing in the doorway and then at the shower and then back to him, the awkwardness of the situation only arising because Molly didn’t know how to ask him to leave so she could take a shower. And also because her mind began to race with scenarios– no, she was turning red now! Thank god Sherlock wasn’t around, because he’d be able to tell exactly what she was thinking in an instant. And he’d likely verbalize it, too.