[ His eyes flicked back up briefly, finding the other man's as he said it and coming up to stand in front of him. Anything Ray liked; naked swimming in the hotel pool at midnight, joyriding Vecchio's brand new 72' Riviera with the wedding cans rattling behind them--who knew what Kowalski's agile mind would come up with.
But for now, Ray's good naturedness was catching. He was looking forward to it--him and Fraser both. Which meant that today wasn't going to be all misery and lost opportunities.
Fraser's hands were firm but soft. He pulled up Ray's collar, slid the bow tie underneath it and tied the bow neatly, brushing it into shape with his thumbs. Satisfied it would hold, he patted Ray on the shoulders with both hands. ]
One more for the road, perhaps, then we really should be going.
[ He stepped away, businesslike and abrupt, shaking his tunic out of the plastic and pulling it across his shoulders. The yellow and black belt that distinguished between his dress uniform and his work uniform came next; a man who didn't need to be armed didn't need a utility belt, nor a tuning fork, pistol or handcuffs. And then there was the hat, a duplicate rather than the one he'd worn to the hotel, spotlessly secured in its box.
Fraser smiled, then fetched the second of the two coke cans from the bed, breaking the cap open with one hand, hoping to catch his partner with the next bottle before he drank it. ]
A toast, Ray. To partnership, and to our next adventure together; may it not be the last. And to Inuit stories--which hopefully I'll have remembered in full by the time I give my speech. [ Oh, this was going to be good. ]
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[ His eyes flicked back up briefly, finding the other man's as he said it and coming up to stand in front of him. Anything Ray liked; naked swimming in the hotel pool at midnight, joyriding Vecchio's brand new 72' Riviera with the wedding cans rattling behind them--who knew what Kowalski's agile mind would come up with.
But for now, Ray's good naturedness was catching. He was looking forward to it--him and Fraser both. Which meant that today wasn't going to be all misery and lost opportunities.
Fraser's hands were firm but soft. He pulled up Ray's collar, slid the bow tie underneath it and tied the bow neatly, brushing it into shape with his thumbs. Satisfied it would hold, he patted Ray on the shoulders with both hands. ]
One more for the road, perhaps, then we really should be going.
[ He stepped away, businesslike and abrupt, shaking his tunic out of the plastic and pulling it across his shoulders. The yellow and black belt that distinguished between his dress uniform and his work uniform came next; a man who didn't need to be armed didn't need a utility belt, nor a tuning fork, pistol or handcuffs. And then there was the hat, a duplicate rather than the one he'd worn to the hotel, spotlessly secured in its box.
Fraser smiled, then fetched the second of the two coke cans from the bed, breaking the cap open with one hand, hoping to catch his partner with the next bottle before he drank it. ]
A toast, Ray. To partnership, and to our next adventure together; may it not be the last. And to Inuit stories--which hopefully I'll have remembered in full by the time I give my speech. [ Oh, this was going to be good. ]