"Jim…what are you saying?" Molly's voice was desperate, sure she'd heard wrong.

Jim looked at his feet, afraid of the hurt he saw in her eyes. The hurt he'd caused her. "I'm sorry." He whispered, "I…I shouldn't have led you on. I…didn't mean for you to get hurt…I…the truth is…I'm gay."

Molly's face crumpled. "No, but—you can't be!" she exclaimed, trying to forget the advice she'd already been given. But she couldn't deny the truth standing before her. She couldn't doubt Jim. "You…you are, though…"

"I'm sorry, Molly, truly, I am, you must believe me." He said earnestly, searching her face for any sign of forgiveness, "I care for you…but I can't lie."

There was a moment of silence in which her heart broke for the truth she already knew.

"I'm in love with Sherlock Holmes."