Jane could not exactly say she liked Sherlock very much. The reason was simple: Sherlock's tavern speech had been far too bewitching, somehow reminding Jane of an old acquaintance with a little mustache.
Yet Jane could not bring herself to dislike Sherlock either. Compared to Mustache, Sherlock had merely been feeding Thor some chicken soup for the soul. Considering how Sherlock had hidden away in the inn afterward, Jane knew he had simply gotten carried away with drinking.
Of course, if she had to put it into words, what Jane felt toward Sherlock was more gratitude than anything else.
After all, that piece of gold Sherlock had casually handed over had genuinely eased the financial pressure on Jane and Thor.
Jane herself was an astrophysicist, but she was still in the stage of studying under Dr. Erik Selvig.
In other words, she was in the notoriously miserable graduate-student phase, so she was not well-off to begin with. Now she had an extra big golden retriever named Thor to support, pushing her finances to the brink of bankruptcy.
That was why, while teaching Thor basic Earth knowledge, Jane had told him that he absolutely had to find a job and earn money to support himself!
This was also the main reason Thor had been pinned to the ground that night, crying like a four-hundred-pound oversized child.
Because that illiterate Thor had been rejected countless times while looking for work that day, and the only job he had gotten was at a male escort club in the neighboring town!
Unable to lift his hammer, exiled by Odin, unable to find work, and possibly forced to sell his body—under those multiple blows, Thor had felt like complete trash. That was why a warrior like him had wailed and cried on the ground.
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