Icing leaned their head back against the couch, exhaustion washing over them.

Icing felt a sudden, overwhelming wave of affection. "Q?"

Q smiled, softer this time. "You’re a good sail. You go places."

"Okay. That’s normal. Just breathe. Look at the lamp."

"I’m the tree," Q agreed. "Roots deep. Barky."

"Like... static. Like television static is replacing my bones."