Hugs! Hugs hugs hugs hugs she likes hugs she loves Sherlock she can almost forget about what an insane day this has been.

Well in that case, they can just keep snuggling.

"Not sure," he says thoughtfully.

"Okay. I'll wish with caution on anything bigger than a square."

"Hmm," says Sherlock.

"Hmm?"

"Hmm," he repeats, frowning slightly.

"...Is something wrong? You did decide against having me read your mind..."

"Sorry," he says, "just trying to resolve a slight logical paradox."

"What is it?"

"I want to make coins, but I also... don't," he says. "I'm not sure why."

"...Do you want me to help you try to figure it out?"

"All right."

"Well," she says, "is it just about if I'm the one - helping? Shell Bell's Tony has an agony beam too. We could give this one the same thing."

"That does sound better," he says.

Bella's chin drops to her chest. "Then it's probably related somehow to the obvious thing," she says softly.

"Probably," he agrees. "Sorry, love."

"You don't have to - you have no reason to be sorry - not to me of all people." She sighs. "There's probably more detail to be had, but I don't know if you want to go digging for it or not."

"I think," he says, "that whatever my conscious opinions, some part of me is strongly disinclined to present any kind of vulnerability to anyone. But nothing in the world could make me stop trusting Tony." He shrugs.

"That makes sense."

"I'm so sorry. I don't know how to tell you how sorry I am. I don't know if that would even help."

"It does help that you're sorry," he says. "But I derive no great joy from watching you suffer over it."

Bella sighs, and forces herself to relax. "We can give Tony an agony beam. He can help you with minting. I don't have to be anywhere in the picture."