“And here I thought you were dead.” The Quartermaster tilted his head to the side smiling sweetly at the blond man standing outside his flat.
"I'd prefer to call it an extended vacation" A smirk tugged at the corner of Bond's lips. "Besides, I'm sure you all managed just fine without me"
“We did thank you. But what are you doing outside my flat?” He asked blinking in confusion as he looked up at the agent standing in the door way.
“You see, the problem with being away for so long is they have a nasty habit of changing the locks when you get back” The agent pulled out a set of keys and held them up to Q’s face. “They no longer fit, you’re the only one I know you can get it sorted for me. That’s unless you want to put up with me on your sofa”
Q sighed heavily. “Why am I the only one who can get these keys sorted for you?” He asked and took the keys from Bond’s hand before turning around walking back into the flat leaving the door open as a silent invitation for him to come in.
Bond chuckled and followed Q inside his flat, closing the door behind him with his foot.”You’re the only one that will get them done on time” he said as he continued to follow the other. Pausing to look around the living room for a moment. “ I see you’ve decorated again.” Bond reached out to pick up an orniment, turning it over in his hand. “This is new anyway” he said, placing it down slightly off centre from where it was previous.
