Q gave Eames a tight little smile in return, remembering the Hell it had been when everyone had been so sick. So many people had died then. And a few of them had come back, but still- it didn't made the memories any less painful. "I'm glad, too," he said in agreement. With is one good hand, his right hand (thankfully) Q reached out to touch Eames' arm, giving it a gentle little squeeze. It was both an 'I'm glad you're okay' squeeze and an 'I'm really sorry we have to do this' squeeze.
"The weather is a lot nicer. We could go the long way round. There's a few new things that have cropped up of late you might like to see." He couldn't say that that was better than striding straight to the graveyard, but it at least gave Eames time to sort his head out before they got there.