[Atoli01]

My head was spinning; well, not literally, but y'know what I mean. But that was only a normal reaction to something like that, right? I mean, it all happened so fast. On top of that, I didn't even mean to say - well, write really - something like that, much less, having it turn out to be a good thing I did. I licked my lips again and blushed; there was a slightly different taste to them.

I stared down at my feet before picking up my notebook again. 'So... does that mean... does that mean that you like me too?' How could... anyone like me?

"Mmhmm, g'night, Adelle~" Rima said happily, closing her eyes herself.

[Hannah Kerela]

"I do," Holmes admitted. "You're... an absolutely wonderful and beautiful woman. How could I not?" He looked her over, all thoughts of the past and his brother gone. For the moment, it was all about Hana.

Yeah, for a "stoic" and "misanthropic" and - his favorite - "sociopathic" detective, he sure could be a sap sometimes. Holmes watched her carefully for any sign, though, that she was displeased or uncomfortable, ready to step back if necessary.

Adelle yawned, saying goodnight and curling up to sleep.

[Atoli01]

I blinked a couple times and looked at him curiously. There was... no way right...? But, Sherlock didn't seem like the person to joke about something like that; granted, I basically had to take him seriously. I stared back down at my feet, smiling a little. So, he really did...

When I had come here, I didn't expect to make any friends or even meet anyone, much less end up meeting people like Sherlock and Adelle. At this point, it was painfully clear that I would give up my life to save either one of them, especially Sherlock. I mean, they were both very precious to me now; how could I not do something like that?

I looked back up at Sherlock, a smile on my face, 'Thank you!'

[Hannah Kerela]

Sherlock smiled, taking her hand. "It's my pleasure." He watched her for a moment more, before reality nudged its way back into his head. Mycroft will not be pleased. He considered the likelihood of him being watched, and rated it as fairly high - that was Mycroft's pattern, to test him and watch him run through the maze like a lab rat.

Well, Mycroft could deal with it, this time. He smiled at her. "Are you alright?" he asked, gently.

[Atoli01]

'Of course I'm alright. I'm with you after all; how could I not be?' I blushed a little, though smiled at the same time.

So yeah, in short - he liked me. And really, I was all panicky back then for nothing. I mean, if I had just straight out told him that I liked him, then things would've turned out like this from the very start, right? I softly kissed his cheek before I smiled at him, resting my head on his chest. There was surely no doubt about it that in my mind, I liked him too; I was never one to be able to force emotions.

[Hannah Kerela]

Sherlock smiled, wrapping an arm around her, ostensibly to keep her warm. He pressed his lips to her forehead lightly.

Perhaps two hours wasn't so long. After all, he would get to spend time with Hana, and it wasn't as if the work was hard: there was no Akail in sight for now, so all that was required was to sit there and relax. With Hana. Yes, that was an important factor: with Hana. He couldn't help but smile.

[Atoli01]

I blushed a little more, practically curling up into a ball next to Sherlock. Just several minutes ago, I would've never pictured it being like this, being with Sherlock. And to think this all ended up happening just because Rima-chan had tripped - I might just have to thank her later. Although, of course, I didn't like the fact that she fell, I just rather liked the after affects, is all.

But Sherlock... I still could never understand how he had come to fall in love with a girl like me. Sure, I was well convinced of it by now, but I still couldn't figure it out. I mentally shrugged though; who cared how it happened? All that mattered now was being with Sherlock, and trust me, I could most definitely live with that.

I lifted my head up a little and glanced around, slowly reaching for my notebook. 'Hey, Sherlock? I mean, n-nevermind.' I sighed and curled up again, placing my notebook down.

[Hannah Kerela]

"What is it?" Sherlock asked, leaning in closer. He looked genuinely interested in what she had to say, watching her with fascination.

After all, she did fascinate him. Everything about her was new, amazing... real. It was still a novel sensation to him, to feel someone so real. It had only happened a few times, when someone was more than the sum of what he could deduce about them. When they were a surprise. He loved the sensation, though.

He loved the people who gave it to him.