for Q

[lepidopterologist]

For some time now, Harry had been considering a talk with Bond. The flirting did not go unnoticed, it seemed stronger every day. As did Q's discomfort, Harry thought, though that was also harder to judge... and Harry felt as if he were possibly the least qualified person in the world to give someone advice about this sort of thing.

Eventually, though, he decided that what he was mostly concerned about Q's wellbeing. Which he found he cared a great deal about.

He'd decided that he did want to check on Q. So he fell into step with him as they inadvertently met up on the way to home from the beach. "Good morning, Q," he said pleasantly.

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[lepidopterologist]

Harry cleared his throat awkwardly, and sat up a little more. "Ah... how so?" He already knew Q. It seemed they were past small talk.

[cuppa_q]

"Just pretend I'm someone else. Pretend we're at a pub," Q suggested, taking his glasses off, as though that might help the other man see him as someone else.

[lepidopterologist]

This was rather ridiculous. Though Harry also appreciated the attempt to help, and perhaps it was a distraction from Q's own problems.

"Ah." He tried to make himself less awkward, and had his doubts that it worked. "Hello there." This was ridiculous. He could do this. Did it as part of the job all the time. ... except that was faking it.

[cuppa_q]

"Hello," Q smiled, easily becoming the man he'd been back in London on the rare occasion he went out on the pull. "I'm Quinton," he added, offering his hand, and the name that had always been his favourite alias.

[lepidopterologist]

"Hello, Quentin." Harry took his hand, a shake that lingered just slightly. "I'm Harry. Can I buy you a drink?"

[cuppa_q]

Q leaned back in his seat and let his gaze roam over Harry, slow and flirtatious. "I suppose," he agreed.

[lepidopterologist]

Q had never looked at him like that before; it had been a while since anyone had looked at him quite like that, actually.

"Tell me about yourself, Quentin," he added, leaning forward just a touch, not an ounce of his attention anywhere but on Q.

[cuppa_q]

"What would you like to know, my sign? Perhaps my favourite colour?" Q teased, that tiny grin settling on his lips again

[lepidopterologist]

"Your favorite anything," said Harry. "Tell me something that makes you smile." He knew this was fake, but also found that he wanted it to go on.

[cuppa_q]

Q seemed thoughtful, resting his elbows on the table and leaning forward slightly. "Learning how things work. Taking things apart and then putting them back together so they're good as new- Better than, even," he said, deciding to go with what was true to offer a more genuine feel to it all.

[lepidopterologist]

“That’s a wonderful ambition,” said Harry pleasantly. “I like making things better, too... I’m a tailor.”

[cuppa_q]

Q couldn't help but smile at that, and he flashed a tiny grin. "That explains why you're so sharply dressed."

[lepidopterologist]

"This isn't even my best," Harry said, which was oh so very true, considering that he was wearing what he'd salvaged (though tailored) from the closet here. "But thank you. Your glasses..." He reached out, about halfway. "They're crooked, may I?"

[cuppa_q]

Q nodded in approval but said nothing for a moment.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry reached out and adjusted Q's glasses, his thumb brushing his cheek as he pulled away. "There, that's better."

[cuppa_q]

"Thank you," Q said, leaning into the touch slightly.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry's hand lingered.

Then he pulled away, almost abruptly. "Q, I'm - not sure this is a good idea."

[cuppa_q]

Q didn't either, but he'd found, recently, he was quite a fan of terrible ideas.

"We can stop if you're uncomfortable," the boffin assured him.

[lepidopterologist]

"I'm not uncomfortable," Harry said. "I'm too comfortable. I ah, I don't think you are a useful partner for this exercise. I react differently to you than I might to anyone else."

[cuppa_q]

"We're too familiar already, perhaps?" Q guessed.

[lepidopterologist]

"Something like that," said Harry quietly.

[cuppa_q]

"Perhaps you could try with Bond? He's the expert after all," Q snorted, shaking his head and then sighing.

[lepidopterologist]

"I'm afraid my pride couldn't take such a hit," Harry said, nearly shuddering at the thought of confessing his inexperience to Bond. "Besides, I don't think that his strategies are quite what I'm after."

[cuppa_q]

"Maybe you don't need a strategy at all. You're handsome, kind, a very warm person, I think. People will be drawn to that naturally," Q assured him.

[lepidopterologist]

Warm. Harry was fairly certain no one had ever described him as warm. He could be. With someone he felt close enough to. There was warmth, he thought, when he stood beside Eggsy at his wedding. Perhaps even a paternal warmth, but that wasn't what he felt for Q.

"Your assessment may be a bit subjective, but... thank you."