Ray had been through a few in his time with the department but they'd come and gone and while he still kept in touch with most, he'd never been too concerned with the lack of connection. Partners come and go, that's just how it is, but Fraser... Fraser was more than that. Fraser stayed when he didn't have to, in and out of work. The two of them would follow one another wherever life took them, even if it meant Ray hauling ass to Canada and winding up staying there for months on end just to go on a very unofficial adventure. An adventure that drew them even closer thanks to daily perils and far too many close calls.
Perhaps that's why he'd even followed Fraser all the way to his ex-wife's wedding. Preferring to see his childhood lover marrying another man than risk spending a few days alone and self-pitying. For the moment it didn't seem like a poor choice, but he might change his mind once the ceremony started. Or, even worse, when the first dance began. Stella dancing with another man was far, far worse than her kissing another man. Kissing was just lips against lips, anyone could do it. But dancing about rhythm and closeness and really feeling out your partner. He and Stella danced well together. Vecchio shouldn't be allowed to interfere with that.
And there he goes again with all that depressing Stella nostalgia. The sooner he realised it was over the better.]
Hardeharhar.
[He doesn't get it, but he's pretty sure it's a Canadian joke. Canadian jokes are the worst.]
How long we got? I'm tempted to go drown myself in the bath. Only need an inch to drown, right?
[Even if he doesn't drown himself, he's very tempted to sit the ceremony out and sulk alone in his room. Maybe cry for several hours. Crying sounded pretty good. If he drank enough alcohol he might even weep out whiskey and be able to drink his own tears.]
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It was a nice word to dwell on.
Ray had been through a few in his time with the department but they'd come and gone and while he still kept in touch with most, he'd never been too concerned with the lack of connection. Partners come and go, that's just how it is, but Fraser... Fraser was more than that. Fraser stayed when he didn't have to, in and out of work. The two of them would follow one another wherever life took them, even if it meant Ray hauling ass to Canada and winding up staying there for months on end just to go on a very unofficial adventure. An adventure that drew them even closer thanks to daily perils and far too many close calls.
Perhaps that's why he'd even followed Fraser all the way to his ex-wife's wedding. Preferring to see his childhood lover marrying another man than risk spending a few days alone and self-pitying. For the moment it didn't seem like a poor choice, but he might change his mind once the ceremony started. Or, even worse, when the first dance began. Stella dancing with another man was far, far worse than her kissing another man. Kissing was just lips against lips, anyone could do it. But dancing about rhythm and closeness and really feeling out your partner. He and Stella danced well together. Vecchio shouldn't be allowed to interfere with that.
And there he goes again with all that depressing Stella nostalgia. The sooner he realised it was over the better.]
Hardeharhar.
[He doesn't get it, but he's pretty sure it's a Canadian joke. Canadian jokes are the worst.]
How long we got? I'm tempted to go drown myself in the bath. Only need an inch to drown, right?
[Even if he doesn't drown himself, he's very tempted to sit the ceremony out and sulk alone in his room. Maybe cry for several hours. Crying sounded pretty good. If he drank enough alcohol he might even weep out whiskey and be able to drink his own tears.]