"Are you sure you know what you are getting into, Q? We're concerned about you." Greg looked serious, staring at him from across the table while John nodded his silent agreement.
Exasperated, Q sighed, "I'm fine. I honestly do not know what the problem is. James and I have been together for several months now so why the concern now?"
"Probably because you didn't tell us about him. If Sherlock and I hadn't run into you two the other day, how long would it have been before you let us know you were seeing someone?"
"Never, if I had my way. You four are the biggest mother hens I have ever met. What does it matter if I am seeing James? I love him. Isn't that enough?"
"Q! He's a trained killer! He could murder you in your sleep."
"And you could murder Sherlock or he could murder you. Mycroft could cause any of us to disappear without a trace at any time. This is because I'm the youngest, isn't it? Because I'm the baby brother?" The other two nodded and Q stretched taller, "I'm just fine, John, Greg. And why areyou two here?"
"Would you rather Mycroft and Sherlock have this talk with you?"
Q visibly shuddered at the thought, "God, no. You're right. This is for the best."