God no, not cool at all, he's completely and utterly pathetic because he's missed John and John's kissing him now and Q is standing on his toes to meet the kiss, one arm around John's neck, the other holding the cigarette out of the way so that no one gets singed and he sighs in a way that is not at all dreamy. Only that it is, rather so, and he slips back into his flat and tugs John with him so that no more schoolboyish sighs can escape his lips.
"You've brought beer, you may stay." Another drag of the cigarette, attempting to regain some of his composure. "Been a while, hasn't it?" Like he hasn't noticed how long it's been.