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0_0_7Bond was on edge with Hotchner here and had very nearly told Q not to come. But after his time with Leo, he needed his Monday night with the lad.
He waited in his rooms dressed in slacks and a shirt, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. He'd poured himself a scotch, then poured another as he sat facing the door.
And he waited.
He waited in his rooms dressed in slacks and a shirt, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. He'd poured himself a scotch, then poured another as he sat facing the door.
And he waited.
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Date: 2021-11-07 07:08 pm (UTC)Before Bond crawled into bed he picked up a throw and tossed it over the foot of the bed to keep Q's feet warm, then slid in and settled close.
A wave of his hand and the lights blinked out.
"Good night, Q," he said quietly.