Detail
"They've set the implant for Thursday morning," he said. "Unless something comes up."
As he made his announcement, he picked up a new creation to inspect it.
"No, the cats will be waiting to be fed," Q said, shaking his head. "Though I suppose we could stop to pick up food. ...Something from somewhere you like."
His quiet way of apologizing for being so difficult about where they ate before.
"You were very convincing back in Mallory's office," Q noted as they drove, for once not making a fuss about driving instead of taking the tube. "Nearly had me worried."
"Perhaps for just a moment," Q said with a hint of a smile.
"Oh?" Q asked, looking surprised. "Does that just mean you stocked the liquor cabinet?"
"You've been very busy," Q noted as he slipped off his shoes, smiling as the cats wandered over to greet them. "Can't say you aren't a stickler for the details."
"He'll be furious," Q noted, seeing the extra cat food, the booze, the groceries from Q's preferred supermarket...
"Wanted me in your flat, did you?" Q teased lightly, wandering a bit closer, growing a bit bolder, stroking his hand down Bond's arm.
Q smiled faintly at that, leaning in and brushing his lips against Bond's cheek.
"Close," Q smiled.
In truth, he was doing his best not to think on it at all.
"There's always going to be something like this though. A threat, a problem, a concern..." Q pointed out gently. "That's the life we live."
"Not really," Q admitted. "Sometimes I read, sometimes I code, sometimes I play with the cats..."
Sometimes he hacked into things he shouldn't.
"I don't have a ritual really. Do you?"
Q made a surprised sound, then relaxed with a laugh.
"I'm certain that's true," he agreed, tugging a little on James' tie. "I imagine you can conjure up a good time without having to hardly think about it."
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