A flash of the name on the bottle is all that was needed. Bond’s hand is darting out, encasing Q’s in a firm grip. Q blinks, once, twice. A familiar insufferable smile makes its way across his face.
“Just a tad bit of arsenic in one’s cuppa, that’s all,” Q grins cheekily. “It won’t do more than burn on the way down an Addams’ throat.”
Life or death decisions.
After that:【Hank and Connor’s relationship】
Connor: Goodmorning, lieutenant Anderson.
Even if you are a strong and courageous agent, you also need soft pillow for a hugs.
“…It won’t open.”
“Of course it will, put your back into it.”
“Why don’t you come down here and put YOUR back into it!?”
I.LOVE.THIS.
Shadow In The Light 