Q

Bond said he was fine. He wasn't sleeping well, though, and he was drinking more than usual. He was often up well before Q and left the young man to sleep while he went for his run that seemed to grow longer and longer every day.

This morning he'd run and come home to make a fast breakfast and then he ducked into the shower to clean up the sweat. Bond got lost in thought standing in the shower. Or not lost in thought. He simply rested against the tile and stared a the corner blankly.