"Doesn't seem likely," Q agrees. "I hadn't thought of anything specific," he says, a bit sheepishly. "Other things besides humans have hands."
"It's from a song," he tells Severus. "By John Lennon," he smiles sadly. He folds the shirt and puts it over the arm of the sofa, not looking at Severus. "I won't sing it for you."
Oh dear! :(I hope they're better soon. *hands you the calamine lotion*