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Nevertheless Bond insisted on taking the wheelchair and he soon found himself at home with a strangely invested 00 agent hovering over him. After they had eaten and showered (Qs shower chair came in handy here) Q was lying in his bed, with the nice buzz of the painkillers in his system. Bond was still hovering at the door and because he wasn’t so sure about Bonds stance about himself anymore after this day he addressed him shyly.
“You could stay also here you know.”
Q lifted the bedding a bit and to his surprise Bond slipped in next to him on his left. Interesting. No complaints at all. Q would have to think about that. But that would be tomorrow-Qs job.