Good god, he loves Norton Folgate, and he wishes he could just say it without the worry that it will be too much. Without the fear that Norton doesn't, or won't, or will run. He smiles at the coffee instead as he sets it up to brew, boiled water and a french press and a tiny bit of cinnamon and salt.

Then he comes back to Norton and puts his arms around him, pulls him close, and kisses him. "I've got MI-5's finest as backup."