[ It's the least he can do. Part of the therapy of hot chocolate is, of course, the moments of sitting there with it, contemplating the silken shine on the surface, the dark depths, the scent and warmth, embracing it, in the effort to tune out everything else. Cold cocoa would be denying her that, and Q knew - in his experience of knowing some useful things and not others - that today of all days, it would be a literal godsend. ]
I think I can deign to walk us home. But we have a few hours yet.
[ Which wouldn't be spent sat in silence because he's Q, but at least for the time being he gives her time with her cocoa, shoving his feet into his slippers and taking a sip of his own, before jumping up and stepping over to prod the fire. When he was done, it was back into the chair, watching Janeway fixedly over the top of his cup, the way the firelight flickered against her skin, turned her hair to burnished gold. No wonder she treasured those 18th century holo-programs--they raw lighting brought out her best side. ]
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I think I can deign to walk us home. But we have a few hours yet.
[ Which wouldn't be spent sat in silence because he's Q, but at least for the time being he gives her time with her cocoa, shoving his feet into his slippers and taking a sip of his own, before jumping up and stepping over to prod the fire. When he was done, it was back into the chair, watching Janeway fixedly over the top of his cup, the way the firelight flickered against her skin, turned her hair to burnished gold. No wonder she treasured those 18th century holo-programs--they raw lighting brought out her best side. ]