Chasing the Starlight (слэш)

"I didn't take you for an astronomer," James says, his voice coming out soft and secretive in the vast open spaces of the outdoors.
Q huffs out a breath, wisps of condensation coalescing in the cold. "I'm not, not even remotely. I know very little of the stars – I can't even track the North Star." He tips his head towards James, and the smile that graces his lips is tender, intimate. "But that's the allure of a mystery. You don't need to understand it to be fascinated by it."