Q

[lepidopterologist]

Harry was feeling very good about his burgeoning relationship with Nyx - it was casual, still, and he doubted that Nyx was interested in anything serious - but he still found himself frequently thinking of Q. It wasn't as if things had ended badly, in fact they hadn't really ended at all. And it wasn't as if that had ever been serious either, Harry had just.... hoped that it might be. Or maybe he was just realizing now that he actually missed him, which was not something he was accustomed to feeling when he dated.

Maybe this was why, when he found himself walking by a cafe the two of them had been to once, he found himself stopping even though he had no need for coffee. He and Q hadn't been planning to stop here either, they'd been on their way somewhere else, but it was raining, and they'd ended up getting coffee and scones and just sitting in here for hours, missing whatever they'd been planning to do before.

He bought a coffee, and the same type of scone that Q had raved about before, and then sighed to himself and stepped outside. And immediately saw Q.

It was just such a coincidence and so unexpected that he was visibly startled. "Oh, I - hello," he said, awkwardly holding the coffee in one hand and a scone wrapped in paper in the other.

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[lepidopterologist]

"I'm out of practice," Harry said as he poured eggs into the skillet. He glanced back at Q. "I like your shirt," he said fondly.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"I'm fairly certain Bond bought it," Q said, tugging at it a little bit. It was a solid colour, no wild patterns, but it wasn't plain white, something Q avoided now he was more settled at six. The boffin wasn't afraid of standing out at the office anymore.

[0_0_7]

Once the tea was steeping and the coffee brewing, Bond moved closer to the pair.

"Sorted," he announced.

"If I timed it right, it should be ready when the first one's made," he said.

[lepidopterologist]

A few minutes later, Harry was sliding the first omelet onto a plate. He held it out to Q. It looked amazing.

His lip quirked up at Bond. "You want me to put less bacon in yours?"

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q nodded his thanks, taking the plate and then quickly grabbing a tea bag for his tea.

"Looks lovely, Harry," he said as he sat.

[0_0_7]

"none," he replied, wondering is Harry hadn't heard him before.

Bond looked at his watch.

"I have ten minutes," he said. "My relief will be here shortly to escort Q to work."

That was when he looked at Q, then he looked at Harry.

"I assume you still know how to keep a secret," he said evenly. "

[lepidopterologist]

Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the "none"; despite his previous comment about bacon he hadn't thought he'd become a bloody vegetarian now. Still, he finished up the omelet as it was with just vegetables, plated it, and held it out to him. "Yes," he said in respond to the somewhat insulting question, his voice a bit clipped.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"Can we please not have another fight?" Q asked quietly. "Please.."

[0_0_7]

"I'm not fighting. I'm making sure he knows not to jeopardize your job," he replied.

Then he looked at Harry.

"And he's still trying to make me fail my physical," he smirked.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry rolled his eyes. "A little bacon isn't going to do anything your martini habit won't do," he said. Then to Q - "It's fine. And you both know I can keep a secret."

Especially Q.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"I trust Harry," he said simply, eating a bit more.

In truth he was dreading going to work today, not trusting himself not to have another little panic.

[0_0_7]

"Then I don't see a problem," Bond said, pouring coffee for all of them once it was ready.

The moment his eggs were done, he happily took it from Harry to devour.

[lepidopterologist]

"Tea for Q," Harry reminded him, as he finished up his own omelet.

He couldn't help smiling; it was such a simple thing, but hearing Q say so confidently that he trusted him made him feel... something.