Who? James Bond & OPEN Where? The cafe When? Friday evening What? Brooding. Status? Open, ongoing. Rating? Potentially high - language etc
James was glad that Tony had convinced him to help out with the search and rescue. He was glad that he could be of help without the need to carry a loaded gun, and some of the gadgets really reminded him of Q. God, he missed him-
There was no point in thinking about that now. He was gone. That was it. Dwelling on it wouldn't bring him back.
And then there was the problem with Autumn, Vesper, Moneypenny- and the alcohol- or the lack of alcohol. God, coffee really wasn't cutting it. He was sitting on his own, staring into his half empty cup of black coffee as if he was staring into the abyss (and it was staring back into him). He felt heavy, and he looked it, with dark circles around his eyes, and a couple of days worth of stubble on his face.