[ He really does like trying to tell Bond how to do his job and critiquing his techniques, despite not being in the field himself, doesn't he? Possibly just as much as Bond himself enjoys finding good excuses to get his equipment broken or otherwise scuffed. Of course, overall, there is to be a professionalism because they both know the work is serious, but Q is a bit like the new dog in the pack that Bond tends to weave in and out of; naturally, he's got to sniff and test him before he decides whether or not it's worth hiking his leg. The same is true for Mallory and Moneypenny, but then, testing Mallory must be a more subtle art and Moneypenny happens to be an attractive woman (despite the fact she shot him). Out of the three new associates Bond has, it's Q he can be the most blatant about the (more subconscious than not) fact that he has a damned hard time accepting that he both craves and fears ties of permanence. There's also the fact that Bond is more or less solely responsible for Q's protection on this mission, and getting him used to the feel of terror right away is probably the best and kindest thing to do.
Of course, honesty at any level comes with its price. Which is to say, Bond is inclined to be as much of an arse as possible without actually hurting anyone. ]
Tried already!
[ The couple of seconds of letting that sink in is enough for James to enjoy the feel of spreading his arms and pretending as if he were being carried along by this pocket of air rather than falling, coasting over the jungle below. He can see the white blossom of a chute below them - their cargo that had been kicked out of the plane before they went.
He does, indeed, pull the damn cord. The parachute opens on the first one, and then there's the feel of the harness catching at them both. The ground stops coming up so quickly and they level into sitting positions both. It's like the swing set Q never wanted, his waist more or less cradled between Bond's thighs. ]
My mistake - I just needed to put my back into it. Still alive? I'd really hate to be stuck with dead weight.
d "Thunderballs" Bond likes this.
Of course, honesty at any level comes with its price. Which is to say, Bond is inclined to be as much of an arse as possible without actually hurting anyone. ]
Tried already!
[ The couple of seconds of letting that sink in is enough for James to enjoy the feel of spreading his arms and pretending as if he were being carried along by this pocket of air rather than falling, coasting over the jungle below. He can see the white blossom of a chute below them - their cargo that had been kicked out of the plane before they went.
He does, indeed, pull the damn cord. The parachute opens on the first one, and then there's the feel of the harness catching at them both. The ground stops coming up so quickly and they level into sitting positions both. It's like the swing set Q never wanted, his waist more or less cradled between Bond's thighs. ]
My mistake - I just needed to put my back into it. Still alive? I'd really hate to be stuck with dead weight.