[James is silent on the walk, musing on how his life has come to this. 007, carting around a child. He can only imagine (maybe dread) having that talk with Vesper one day. He's getting old, after all - his last few months home proved that to him all too clearly.
In his flat, Bond heads for the couch, bending to put Peter down.]
[spam]
In his flat, Bond heads for the couch, bending to put Peter down.]
Are you hungry?