( there's always something petty standing between them, at any given point in time. bond is a unique case in the sense that q is able to talk to him in a way that he cannot with the others at mi6. he retains a blanket sense of professionalism, but can't help but slip in a few sarcastic remarks here and there in their verbal sparring matches. this is especially a habit whenever q has access to bond's earpiece in a mission setting, where his ongoing commentary never does seem to stop.
but it would take an exceedingly petty man to hold that against him in a time like this.
which means that q is probably out of luck.
there's something about this that's cliche, almost. facing your fears. god only knows that his reluctance to fly has been common knowledge in mi6 - you can't lie to a bunch of liars, no matter how discreet q had tried to keep it. m is trying to get him to get over this particular hurdle, but it's not going to work like that. he can't simply turn it on and off, can't ignore the ground hurtling rapidly up to them with each passing second, like something out of a nightmare. he's trying to keep his calm, trying to take deep breaths, but it simply isn't working.
and finally, when he can take no more of this, he leans in to speak into bond's ear. )
Pull. the damn. cord.
( q isn't yelling above the wind any more. he's trying not to be shrill. he's trying to be firm about it because he really fucking needs bond to pull those ripcords right this second. )
"nearly died today. bond is a lunatic and a sadist."
but it would take an exceedingly petty man to hold that against him in a time like this.
which means that q is probably out of luck.
there's something about this that's cliche, almost. facing your fears. god only knows that his reluctance to fly has been common knowledge in mi6 - you can't lie to a bunch of liars, no matter how discreet q had tried to keep it. m is trying to get him to get over this particular hurdle, but it's not going to work like that. he can't simply turn it on and off, can't ignore the ground hurtling rapidly up to them with each passing second, like something out of a nightmare. he's trying to keep his calm, trying to take deep breaths, but it simply isn't working.
and finally, when he can take no more of this, he leans in to speak into bond's ear. )
Pull. the damn. cord.
( q isn't yelling above the wind any more. he's trying not to be shrill. he's trying to be firm about it because he really fucking needs bond to pull those ripcords right this second. )