Bond follows, wary. There's the idea of this he doesn't mind, of sharing things in secret, of obtaining assistance on the down low, but then there's the idea of permeability, the things slipped and passed between that might be unbidden, no matter how hard one might try.

"I don't want you to think you're unwanted, Q. But you have to understand how the idea of someone in my head makes me," and he hates to use the word, hesitates as though something else might be better, and there isn't, "feel."