John takes that as an invitation to run his fingers through Q's hair. It's soft and fluffy, all in all rather nice.
It is interesting, John supposes. In that getting to know you sort of way. "Blimey, save some glory for the rest of us. Most don't finish plain Uni at that age." Not that he'd even done that. He supposes he should say that - it's a rare day when he feels stupid about things, anyway. "Never went, personally."