The relief is so, so intense that Q can't stop himself from crying. He cries helplessly as Samir wraps around him, because it's a perfection he didn't realise he's been missing, it's a stunning realisation that he's missed Samir and needs Samir and is in so much pain from not having Samir that it has been crushing him inside. But now it's okay. Now Samir is here-
He leans into the kisses, kisses back as best he can with his cold lips, pressing up against the other man for comfort more than warmth. He'll warm up. He will. But Samir must be cold in just his shirt.
"No, no no, I don't think so. I haven't heard anyone," he whimpers, swallows hard, hiccoughs. "I don't think so. There weren't...there wasn't anyone. I ran a long way-"