Q's grip tightens slightly when James returns the hug, laughing again with a soft puff of air against his neck. All of the times he found him.
Q doesn't say it was his job. He doesn't say he has favourites, either, despite his lack of professionalism not being called into question here.
"I'll always find you," he says instead, the first words that spring to mind because they're the truest. Whatever he says, he's clearly brimming over with affection for James. He lets him hold him at arms length, stands obediently whilst James looks him up and down. "I'm fine. I'm fine. Hungry and tired and-" he hasn't said anything about where he was. That everyone is there. He wonders if they know- "Not hurt."
Samir has wandered about fifty yards back the way Q came from, and Q thinks he knows the source, or the location, of the prison.
"Are you? You're well?" he asks, because Samir seems focused away from them and Q is concerned. He presses against the hold James has on his shoulders, wanting to be close again. "You've been okay?"