Q drew away slightly, rinsing off the last of the soap. He couldn't help but worry a little that James' interest was only physical. It wasn't as though they spoke often- Outside of Q mouthing off a bit and James making kinky threats. How long before another student came along- Better at submitting, better looking, less of a smart arse? How long before he was put aside and then forgotten?

"I don't have any pyjamas with me," he said absently, his mind miles away.