[Fraser does so well at not correcting Ray. It's like he's actually learnt something from all their time together. He even tries to make a joke of it all which is practically amazing considering only seconds he ago he was likely going to lecture Ray on the intricate details of drowning.]
Yeah. I'm totally done with drownin'. That is not somethin' that ever needs to be a thing. Water and me are not buddies.
[The whole drowning thing isn't something he tends to think on too often, shoved away at the back of his mind long ago as yet another dumb thing where he followed Fraser into danger with very little argument. But he'd never forget that feeling of running out of air, of his body all but shutting down, of the revitalising burst of breath from Fraser... Buddy breathing. Well, Fraser sure was a buddy.
Buddy enough to be casually stripping down in front of him, but Ray doesn't even bat an eyelid. They've shared too much time together rolling in snow, changing, sleeping and bathing to ever have Ray feel awkward about Fraser undressing. In fact, Ray watches, staring at those perfectly white boxers and shaking his head slowly before finally kicking his own ass into gear.]
Y'know I had to buy a new suit for this, right? I spent actual money to get it and everythin'. I mean I figure I needed a new suit anyways but I dunno... Maybe I won't wear it again.
[He's off the bed and reaching for his own carefully hung and protected suit, unzipping the case to stare at the deep black fabric within.
It was just as much a mourning suit as a wedding suit and would suit either occasion perfectly. Every time he wore it he was going to be reminded of this day. The day Stella married another and became a Vecchio rather than a Kowalski. Not exactly the sort of memory that would install the usual confidence that suits were meant to give.]
Whatever. Not like I ever wear 'em anyway.
[Suits are an occasional thing for him, not an every day item, unlike the casual wear he's currently starting to strip out of after tossing the suit carelessly aside onto the bed, narrowly avoiding a pizza box.]
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Yeah. I'm totally done with drownin'. That is not somethin' that ever needs to be a thing. Water and me are not buddies.
[The whole drowning thing isn't something he tends to think on too often, shoved away at the back of his mind long ago as yet another dumb thing where he followed Fraser into danger with very little argument. But he'd never forget that feeling of running out of air, of his body all but shutting down, of the revitalising burst of breath from Fraser... Buddy breathing. Well, Fraser sure was a buddy.
Buddy enough to be casually stripping down in front of him, but Ray doesn't even bat an eyelid. They've shared too much time together rolling in snow, changing, sleeping and bathing to ever have Ray feel awkward about Fraser undressing. In fact, Ray watches, staring at those perfectly white boxers and shaking his head slowly before finally kicking his own ass into gear.]
Y'know I had to buy a new suit for this, right? I spent actual money to get it and everythin'. I mean I figure I needed a new suit anyways but I dunno... Maybe I won't wear it again.
[He's off the bed and reaching for his own carefully hung and protected suit, unzipping the case to stare at the deep black fabric within.
It was just as much a mourning suit as a wedding suit and would suit either occasion perfectly. Every time he wore it he was going to be reminded of this day. The day Stella married another and became a Vecchio rather than a Kowalski. Not exactly the sort of memory that would install the usual confidence that suits were meant to give.]
Whatever. Not like I ever wear 'em anyway.
[Suits are an occasional thing for him, not an every day item, unlike the casual wear he's currently starting to strip out of after tossing the suit carelessly aside onto the bed, narrowly avoiding a pizza box.]