James felt miserable, and perhaps under other circumstances, Q's tough love would have been exactly what he needed, but right at that moment, every word felt like a dagger.
And he knew why it hurt. When Q spoke of pushing everything good away, James had assumed he was talking about himself- so as it quickly became clear that he actually meant Vesper, James felt his heart sinking. He didn't know what to say.
"You know a lot," he slurred eventually. "But- not- enough-" he sounded out, with considerable difficulty controlling his own tongue. He sighed, and shook his head, as if denying that he could pull it together. "Don't- I don't- trust her," he told him eventually, before slurping at the water again.
"Uh-uh- nope, it won't, it won't-" he mumbled into the glass, trying not to drop his face into it.