After a time, Q begins to drowse. The painkillers have taken the edge off and he doesn't hurt so much as he doesn't mind that he hurts. With a lazy hum, he adjusts how he's sitting and if there are no complaints, will likely end up with his head on a pillow in Bond's lap.
The only thing that's readily slipping through their connection is that Q is content. (And, occasionally, very distracted by Bond's shirt sleeves, how they're rolled up, and/or his forearms.)
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Date: 2020-07-07 09:19 pm (UTC)After a time, Q begins to drowse. The painkillers have taken the edge off and he doesn't hurt so much as he doesn't mind that he hurts. With a lazy hum, he adjusts how he's sitting and if there are no complaints, will likely end up with his head on a pillow in Bond's lap.
The only thing that's readily slipping through their connection is that Q is content. (And, occasionally, very distracted by Bond's shirt sleeves, how they're rolled up, and/or his forearms.)