"No," Q said softly, turning in his seat to admire Bond.
He loved watching the man, his gaze drinking in everything from his subtle shifts in posture, to the way certain lines on his face relaxed or creased deeper as he spoke. Bond was beautiful, and this version of him, the dangerous, the powerful version, was something Q so rarely caught a glimpse of first hand.
He watched James tear about organizations via security feeds and hidden cameras during missions, but so rarely did they bring any of that home.
Q thought of the first time he'd witnessed Bond in action, that cocky smile right before he took down his captors. ...Beautiful. Like a tiger in the wild.
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He loved watching the man, his gaze drinking in everything from his subtle shifts in posture, to the way certain lines on his face relaxed or creased deeper as he spoke. Bond was beautiful, and this version of him, the dangerous, the powerful version, was something Q so rarely caught a glimpse of first hand.
He watched James tear about organizations via security feeds and hidden cameras during missions, but so rarely did they bring any of that home.
Q thought of the first time he'd witnessed Bond in action, that cocky smile right before he took down his captors. ...Beautiful. Like a tiger in the wild.