Q waits. He waits to let Robert ease out whatever words he wants to share. They have time, after all. All they have here is time. He feels warmer here, and it's not because of the vent he's sitting on. It's as though there's a bubble around them, just around the two of them. It's like he's looking back in time when he takes in the way Robert is dressed, the way he speaks, the sad look in his eyes that makes him seem older still. He is perhaps a few years Q's senior as it stands, but they're eyes of a man who has seen a lot.
He wonders if he could tell Robert his real name. He's bored of continuing the hidden identity thing here. But he keeps quiet for the moment. Just the moment. Bond doesn't know and Samir doesn't know, and it would feel a bit of a betrayal to share it with this man, even if- well-
Q wraps his arms around himself and purses his lips, gazing hard at the other man, taking a few moments to try and work out the hypothesis just from looking at him.
"Have you done this before?" he asks. "Met people- like this? Us?" Because Robert isn't very alarmed by their similarity.