Harry had been wanting to kiss Q since perhaps the moment he'd seen him on this ship, seen the man that he'd grown into. He wasn't surprised by the kiss exactly, but still it felt like stepping over a cliff. He kissed him back soundly, and wrapped an arm around his waist. His eyes were closed, so he didn't see that Q's were open.

But for reasons he didn't entirely understand, as the kiss continued he reached behind him and groped for Bond's hand.