Things were going good, despite all the flying TV controls and rude comments from a certain detective.

Jim smiles as he sits down beside Molly in Cindy's. Molly was talking about her cat, Midnight, telling Jim about the way he'd ripped another teddy to shreds when she stops and just stares at Jim with this small proud grin.

Raising an eyebrow, Jim questions the grinning girl. "What?"

"You."

"No shit," Jim fakes surprise before leaning forward, elbows on the table. "Seriously, what about me?"

Molly pauses briefly before she speaks. "He really makes you happy, doesn't he? Despite the way you two idiots acted before."

Jim can feel himself blushing but he ignores it in the hope that Molly would follow his lead and do the same. She does, thankfully. Molly waits patiently for Jim to form an answer.

"I..." Jim stops.

"Yeah. He does... Even if he is a bloody twat eighty percent of the time."

Molly smiles at him and Jim get the feeling that she's the proud friend in the movie who doesn't seem that important but has been there the whole time, rooting for the two main characters to open their eyes and get together.

"Refill?" Jim asks, so he can stop comparing his life to a movie (it's always the chick flicks... or predictable horror movies).

Molly nods and Jim picks up both of their cups, strolling to the near empty counter. There was one or two students, bunking no doubt, browsing the cakes and fizzy pop but that was it.

"Hey, Jim," Alex greets him with his usual large smile that screamed 'I get paid to be friendly'.

"Hi. The same again, please."

"And a black coffee, two sugars," Sherlock speaks from behind Jim.

Jim rolls his eyes, not even bothered that Sherlock had turned up uninvited once again. Sherlock laughs and reaches out to briefly squeeze Jim's upper arm before he wonders towards their table. Jim glares at him over his shoulder - maybe taken a moment to look at the way Sherlock's snug trouser fit around his perfectly shaped arse - but nods to Alex to confirm the order.

Jim waits, as he always does, for their orders.

A few minutes pass, then a few more do, and then a few more do. And then, guess what? A few more pass.

Most of the time, Jim was a patient person but the length of time he'd been standing here was getting a tad ridiculous. Peering over the counter, Jim raises an eyebrow at Alex.

The young boy was standing in front of the coffee machine, cup in hand and ready to make a sweet black drink for a certain detective. Except, he was just standing there. His eyes were fixed on the cup but Jim could tell he wasn't seeing it.

"You alright there? You look... I dunno.. worried. Coffee machine won't bite you, you know. Sherlock might if he doesn't get his coffee, though," Jim laughs. Alex doesn't react, just continues to stare at the coffee machine. "Alex? Dude, you okay?"

Alex is snapped out of the trance when Jim calls his name and he smiles before quickly making the coffee for Sherlock and placing it on the tray. Jim and Molly's orders follow in almost no time.

Jim frowns. "You okay? You were a bit out of there..."

"Yeah. Sorry." Alex gives a feeble smile.

"I know I'm just some guy that you make coffee for but seriously, that was scary. Sure nothing's wrong?"

Alex blushes and nods. "I'm fine. Thanks for worrying, though."

Jim nods back and picks up their tray. He smiles at Alex once more. "Alright. Whatever it is, you'll be fine."

The blush on Alex's cheeks seems to consume his face then and he nods again. Jim feels like there's a lot of nodding going on. Jim makes sure he has a grip on the tray before he turns away from Alex and starts to head back to their table, but before he gets top far Alex calls out.

"J-Jim!"

Jim swallows thickly, not liking the signs he was picking up. Blushing, nervousness, the way he'd meet Jim's eyes a tad longer than appropriate.

It all shouted crush to Jim. He prayed he was wrong.

He turns back to Alex and smiles a little. "Yep?"

"You... I mean. Are you... single?" Alex ask, looking around to make sure no one could hear him. It was adorable how nervous and shy he seemed right now.

"I... Alex, you're like twenty-one. Bit young for a thirty-four year old man, don't you think?" Jim hopes that's a valid reason for why Alex shouldn't be doing this.

Jim wasn't ready to put labels on what he and Sherlock were, so for now he'd play the age card with this. He didn't really think much of the age difference but if it got him out this...

"I'm twenty-six, actually." Alex admits.

"Jesus, dude. You look so young!" Jim's eyebrows fly up to mingle with his hair, no hiding his shock.

Alex chuckles, relaxing a bit. "And it's things like that, calling me 'dude', that make me thinks you're younger than you are."

Stop pointing out reasons we'd be a decent couple, Jim thinks bitterly, resisting the urge to glare.

"Alex... Sorry. I'm sort of seeing someone" Jim really didn't mean to phrase that as a question. He meant to sound confident and proud, not unsure and confused.

"Sort of?" Alex asks.

Jim bites his lip. He couldn't be harsh with Alex, he was such a sweet boy and had Jim not already been confused about what he and Sherlock were then he wouldn't even consider snapping at this boy.

"Well, yeah. Sort of. We just haven't really spoken about what we are... Doesn't feel right to assume we're something we're not so I'm not going say much about it until we talk..." Jim pauses. "Do I sound crazy?"

Alex nods with a frown before he shakes his head, smiling softly. "No. Well... A little. I dunno. Isn't it nice that you've just found yourself in a relationship and not had to wait for some question before you act on your feelings?"

Jim considers that. He did like the way things were. They were having fun, getting along and Jim was happy. Sherlock made him happy without that conversation.

"I see what you mean... But what if he's not as serious about this? Or if he's more serious about this than I am? See, that conversation can really help the relationship. It's better than misunderstanding. For all I know, he's just in this for sex or to steal all my socks because he's really some sock perv... or he could he considering popping the question as we speak..." Over the top, yes, but Jim's point was clear.

Alex giggles, trying to cover it with his hand but failing miserably. "Okay, now you sound crazy. Proper loony. But if you really want that conversation, and I'm sure you'll be disappointed because you probably already know what he wants from you by the way he acts, you should just start it yourself."

Jim frowns, not saying a word.

Alex's eyes light up in realisation. "Oh... I get it. You're worried that he's less invested in it?"

"No" Jim denies quickly. Too quickly.

With a sad smile, the man behind the counter shakes his head. "Talk to him."

Jim doesn't reply, just picks up the tray again and turns his back to Alex, heading for the table where Sherlock and Molly sat.

When Jim sits down beside Sherlock, the detective places an arm around this shoulders. Without thinking, Jim shakes the arm off with a muffled noise of discomfort. Sherlock frowns, looking hurt. Jim shakes his head, showing he didn't mean it and squeezes Sherlock's hand briefly. He didn't want to push Sherlock away just because he wanted to think.

Did he have worries that Sherlock liked him less? He hadn't even really considered to what extent he liked Sherlock, never mind how much Sherlock liked him. Maybe wasn't it then... The other way round, perhaps?

Sherlock certainly had proved that he really likes Jim, enough to buy him coffee and take him on dates and buy him new computers. He'd told Jim he likes him and he always seemed to want Jim around. Plus, it was no secret that Sherlock was ready for this to go further... like, into the bedroom.

Yet Jim hadn't really done anything to suggest he feels the same except all the kisses and such. He hadn't even told Sherlock he likes him, and he always made Sherlock sleep on the sofa or told him to go home before it got too late.

Really, if anyone should be having doubts, it's Sherlock.

As far as Jim could tell, though, Sherlock was more than willing to wait until Jim was ready. He'd given all the control over this thing of theirs to Jim. And that wasn't right; Sherlock needed that control as much as Jim.

Anyway, if they were currently 'together' then they'd only been together for a little over a month.

Surely it was too early to have doubts.