Q wouldn't admit it either, but he'd already grown fond of spending a few nights a week with Bond. Even on evenings where he'd done nothing more then crawl into the man's bed and fall asleep. He took comfort in just being near him- He couldn't explain it. Even when the man was being insufferable, bordering on unkind- Q couldn't help but be smitten.

He'd not been on the bridge long, though the tea in his paper cup was already cooling, and he warmed it with a spell. Holding it in both hands, he turned to face the professor, leaning against the stone wall of the long bridge.

"No, I think I must have slept a while after you left. I was just trying to decide what to do with my weekend, to be honest."