The trembling and soft murmurs and the way Wesley practically burrows against him just make Q's heart swell with warm affection in his chest. He smiles against the top of Wesley's head, tucking his free arm around the back of it to cradle him close.

"Just like that," Q encourages, letting the affection and pride seep into his voice as he slowly presses two fingers into the willing body. "Breathe for me, pet."