Q perched himself on the edge of the bed, watching James as he dug through the wardrobe. He couldn't help but admire the other man, the way his muscles moved beneath skin, the solid shape of him, the way he held himself...

"Do you really believe I'd be the one to lose interest?" he asked softly. "It seems unlikely to me. ...Though I can imagine your gaze being drawn to another. A new student. ...An old flame."

Harry certainly still held onto Bond in some way. He was certain it went both ways, even though he had no real proof.