"If I didn't like them I wouldn't own them," Q points out with a roll of his eyes.
"How did you end up with a dog?" He picks a movie at random and pops it in, then grabs two beers for he and John and settles back on the couch. He doesn't leave much room between he and John, pressing against his side and draping an arm over his shoulders, not bothering to ask if it's all right just assuming it would be.