And aren't they both just the most pathetic things? Because John can't help the stupid grin that's on his face now, or the fact that he's literally actually fucking thinking something along the lines of absence making the heart do weird things.
Fuck you, John tells his brain.
"Oi," John says, and it doesn't come out too lamely. Q can keep the smoke, he's got more. Anyway, it looks good on him. A bit like the tousled hair and all. "Brought beer." And he's still standing at the door like a puppy, but it doesn't stop him pulling the younger man forward for a kiss that isn't on the cheek.