Alcuin saw Q from across the cafe. He hesitated for a long time. He honestly did not really want to talk to him. Q didn't like him, after all, he'd made no secret of it. And he probably had heard about what happened to Hannibal, but Alcuin felt he owed it to him to make sure. After all, they'd had him and James over for dinner once. And Q had always seemed to like Hannibal, even if as far as Alcuin knew they hadn't been in contact much lately.

Finally, he gathered some resolve and walked over.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you," he said, steeling himself for a negative reaction to his presence.