James was on the mat holding a crisp white box tied with a black satin ribbon. He met Q's eyes, looked him down, then back up, then his gaze slipped away. The collar told him everything he needed to know.
"Take that. Carefully," he told him, passing him the box that was heavier than it looked and smelled sweet. "Harry is...?"
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Date: 2025-05-26 07:55 pm (UTC)"Take that. Carefully," he told him, passing him the box that was heavier than it looked and smelled sweet. "Harry is...?"
He looked into the flat.