Q levels a look at him as though he can hear the thoughts going through Robert's mind. He can't, not really, not exactly, but he can hear the softest sound of an unfinished symphony drifting through his mind and he knows that Robert has nothing left inside him to put onto keys and he wants to hurt because of it. Because the feeling has to manifest itself from psychological to physical and that is the logical step-
"No, it's not that bad, but I'm not going to have you bleeding to death on me when you've only just arrived." Think about Rufus, he wants to add, but he doesn't. "Here-" Q cradles Robert's hand in his own, checking for anything that shouldn't be there before he starts to wrap it in his sleeve. "I've worked with enough reckless young men to not be easily deterred. And none of them were you," he adds, folding Robert's arm gently over his chest to keep his hand and injured fingers raised slightly. And then he gently moves his arms around Robert, leaning up just slightly to press a kiss between his eyebrows. "You'll have to get used to the fact that I'm going to be here whenever you need me. Even if you don't want me."