baby, it's a violent world | frxterculus
Gaze turned up to the stars, Bond waited (inwardly impatient but outwardly calm) as Milligan sorted out his business at the front desk. He’d scanned the exterior the second he stepped out, and so far he hadn’t seen anyone or anything suspicious. Idly, he lamented his old smoking habit, long since put to rest, as it would have served as a reasonable cover for waiting out in the chilly weather alone. Not that it was all that cold, not when compared to London weather. Which reminded him —
Reaching one gloved hand up to his right ear, the agent whispered his request. "Q, be a good sport and see if the boy’s got a passport, won’t you? Something tells me he doesn’t, but I’ll check my kit in the car.” A pause. "Oh, shut up." He chuckled and lowered his hand in time for Milligan to exit the hotel.
Ah, yes, the explaining bit. "Well now, if I said your room wasn’t secure enough what makes you think being out in the open would be any better?" His tone, purposefully kept light, booked no room for argument. Bond glanced down, feeling the tug on his sleeve; he’d still been staring up at the sky until then, and one eyebrow rose in silent inquiry.
"Adam," he began, now eyeing the young man and inwardly chuckling at his obvious nervousness. "If you wanted to hold hands, you should have said so earlier." He smiled, because this was now the tricky part. Though he hadn’t seen anyone, that certainly didn’t mean no one was watching — boldly, and in one smooth motion, he adjusted the younger man’s hold on his sleeve as if he’d just offered his arm (like any proper Englishman) and placed his gloved hand over the other’s in an attempt to keep him from pulling away. For all the world he looked like a rather delighted man looking down at his companion, but under his breath he whispered to the boy. "Don’t look around, and try to look infatuated. I’ll explain in the car.” Which was, thankfully, just down the street. Bond flashed a smile and proceeded to lead them across the pavement to the (rather inconspicuous) sleek black car parked off to the side.
One thing Adam wasn't expecting was having Bond let him hold onto his arm, then place a hand over his. In fact, it made him blush a bit, which in turn helped with their whole act. Look infatuated. God, this guy had to be kidding, but Adam wouldn't argue if it meant he would get the information he wanted sooner than later.
At least Adam was a damn good actor. As they walked, his face lit up and his blue doe eyes were as big as dinner plates, sparkling up at the older man. Inside, he felt embarrassed and irritated. Man, he'd love to kick this guy's ass just for this.
One thing Adam did notice in his act, however, was that Bond really was handsome. In a rough sort of way, mind you. His blush only deepened, and he breathed a sigh of relief as they reached the car.
Adam tore his eyes away from Bond, to the car before them. The act didn't let up until they were allowed inside the vehicle, which had comfortable leather seats and a pair of die hanging from the rear-view mirror. His hand slid away from Bond's arm, then went to grip onto his own hand. He twiddled his thumbs anxiously.
