For the first time in probably three days, the agent and his Quartermaster get back to their house, Bond parking out front and moving around to make sure Q gets out of the car alright. He's quite worried about the man, and the way he was sort of zoning out. Most of the time he's so quick witted and waspish, that this silence is unnerving. He knows it's got to be difficult for the younger man, learning that his brother - his twin no less - was working against him the entire time. At least they took the proper precautions whenever Alec was close to MI6, that is something that Bond at least is grateful for.
Once inside, James helps Q out of his jacket, and then goes into one of the study areas, getting two glasses of scotch and holding one out to Q. "I think you need this." He says, not taking no for an answer as it were as he presses the tumbler into the long fingers of the other man.
Q takes the tumbler without complaint, considering it for a few moments. "Yes. Thank you, Bond." He says in a flat tone, keeping his poise despite everything. Regarding the golden liquid for a moment, the brunette finally takes a sip and he nods quietly before he wanders toward the kitchen. "Am I so poor at judging a person's character that I could not see what Alec had become? Or is it because he's my brother?" He asks as he glances back at James once he realizes that the blond is following him.
"It's not just you, Q. He had me fooled as well. Granted, you know him much better than I do, so it would have been harder to fool you. He's a good actor." James reassures, sipping his own liquid for a moment before he looks around the kitchen out of habit, though he knows there has already been a team in to sweep the house for bugs. Something he is not about to tell Q at the moment.
"Yes, it would appear so." Q says as he puts his glass down on the counter and then starts moving through the closets, pulling out some pans and ingredients, starting to prepare what appears to be french toast, if the way he's preparing it and the ingredients he's pulled out are any indication.
"Do you stress cook, Q, or are you just hungry?" James asks, a little amused, and moving around Q to start some tea for the younger man, and some coffee for himself, glancing over to get a closer look at the surprisingly comfortable way that Q seems to be moving around the kitchen.
Q sighs a little for a moment, pausing with what he's doing before he nods. "Comfort food, James. Surely you've heard of it." He says before he smiles sadly. "Whenever Alec and I were sad, or not feeling well, we would get french toast and eggs." He explains as he starts to cook the french toast, and he pours some eggs into another pan to make scrambled eggs.
With an understanding nod of his head, the agent watches Q for a moment. "Yes, I'm familiar with it, Q. One of my favorites is a bit harder to do, however, it's a beef stew." He says as he looks at the other man. "It's the same thing, my mother used to make it for me in the winter." He says before he smiles. "I'll make it for you one day." he offers as he looks at the other man.
"Considering where you grew up, I can understand that. This is something that I could even find when I was in America, so I was grateful for that." Q says as he looks over at Bond for a few moments before he goes back to tending the stove, adjusting his glasses for a moment with a free hand.
Although it's sort of against his nature, James resists flirting any at the moment, not thinking that his Quartermaster would be in the mood for that. Instead he tends to the tea and coffee, watching as the other man finishes his scotch. And of course it does cross his mind of what it might taste like to incorporate his favorite liquor into the mix, he resists suggesting that as well. "Thank you for sharing that with me." He offers, getting out plates when he realizes that Q made enough for two. "My, how thoughtful of you, Q.. I assume that's enough for two, and you don't intend on eating it all." He notes with amusement.
Glancing over at James with a slight arch to one eyebrow, Q shakes his head. "I am not quite that hungry." He says with a shake of his head as he looks back at the food, putting a portion on each plate before he shuts down everything and transfers most of the dishes to the sink. "I believe after I eat, I may lay down for a little while." He admits as he glances at the agent. "Sleeping at work is not as comfortable as it may sound. I am sure you have some reports to make as well." he says with a small wave of his hand.
Moving the plates over to the small table they have near the back window that is in the kitchen, James gets the drinks as well and puts them down before he sits down and nods a little. "I can imagine, after the day you've had. And yes, I should call M at the very least, he might send a squad to hunt us down if we don't." He says with a little smile as he looks at the handsome man across the table from him. "I am sure he will forgive you if you take the rest of the day off." He says in a slightly condescending tone.
A weak glare is given to the agent before Q starts to eat slowly. "Yes. Well. I suppose he will have to." he says before he sighs a little and shakes his head for a moment, before he goes back to eating slowly, staring out the window, watching as it slowly gets foggier and foggier. "Well. That's appropriate." He mumbles mostly to himself, but otherwise stays silent as he eats. "Well. I'll be upstairs if you need me, then, Bond." He says, stretching a little and lightly resting his hand on James's shoulder for a moment before he trudges toward the stairs, feeling exhausted.
Small little scene, but one that I like. I hope you all do as well! Thanks!
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