"Make me!" (Since you and I haven't talked in a while~)
((Oh hey!))"Just shut up! He is not like that”
She smiled “I worry about him because I love him” she said. She would always worry, but deep down. “I don’t think I’ve ever asked- what do you think of me?” she was curious. Irene seemed to be a match for Sherlock in intelligence, she wanted to know what her opinion of her was. She was feeling better, she’d calmed down.
Irene looked at her with a quirked brow. “What do I think of you?” Her eyes watched the woman curiously. “Hm. Well, I like you. I consider you a firm acquaintance, if not a friend. I don’t know why, maybe because I felt like you once, but I don’t want to see your heart break. It’s such a fragile thing you know, a heart. Once it’s broken, truly and utterly broken, even when it repairs, it will be hardened, maybe even cold and never again in that once blissfully innocent state. You may not see your state as blissful, but believe me, it makes me jealous. I usually see things for what they really are and it hurts. Maybe that’s why I’m sentimental. It’s the last bit of innocence I have.”
