Q had been selfishly keeping his hands to himself, but with both men touching him, he felt the need to reciprocate. Reaching back, one hand found Bond's bicep. Reaching forward with his other hand, he settled for draping an arm lazily over Harry. For such a scrawny little thing, Q took up his fair share of the bed as he settled in again with a yawn.

"Mmm, I'll do my best to behave, but I make no promises."