[This isn't a good idea. Not a good idea at all. Locking the three of them in a room together? At least one of them will end up dead or worse, trying to make out with someone. Fraser was pissed. Pissed enough that the latter is thankfully unlikely, but that just meant dealing with a bitchy Mountie while desperately trying to lie his way through the scenario.
Vecchio was doing alright though. He was getting this lying thing down well enough. He was talking enough shit that even Kowalski could buy what he was selling. Mama Vecchio. Yeah. Yeah he could go along with the argument easily enough to sell the fact that he didn't get on with this annoying Italian.]
What can I say? I'm just a better son than you ever were.
[And he mostly sounds like he means it, but he likes Mrs. Vecchio. She invited him immediately into the family as one of their own and it was really easy to slot into a family that truly accepted him, especially when his own parents were distinctly MIA at the time. So Ray Vecchio can go screw himself, because his mother was a whole lot better than he was.
But that's an argument that could last for much longer than they had time for, especially when Fraser's there, staring in what might be disappointment. Stanley didn't sit. He's not sure he dares to, even if Fraser's asking for it. Instead he stands near one corner of the table, putting it between the other two like it's some additional barrier that might save him from whatever is coming up. It's obvious Benton's working something out and Ray's pretty sure he knows what's been worked out, because that fucking Mountie knows more than he should about everything.
But still it isn't mentioned. Not yet.
They hate each other. Yes. That's exactly it. He can work with that.]
Yeah. Yeah, we do. I guess he's just got a face a guy has to punch. You know me, Fraser, I can't help where my fist goes sometimes. So maybe I mighta accidentally aimed a few hits his way, but I uh. I figured you wouldn't want us fightin', so I didn't say anythin'...
[Which isn't the greatest excuse, but he can already see where this is going and having him and Vecchio standing there, both covered in bruises and cuts and both spending time off work... it's kind of obvious that something happened, even if it was only a fight.]
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Vecchio was doing alright though. He was getting this lying thing down well enough. He was talking enough shit that even Kowalski could buy what he was selling. Mama Vecchio. Yeah. Yeah he could go along with the argument easily enough to sell the fact that he didn't get on with this annoying Italian.]
What can I say? I'm just a better son than you ever were.
[And he mostly sounds like he means it, but he likes Mrs. Vecchio. She invited him immediately into the family as one of their own and it was really easy to slot into a family that truly accepted him, especially when his own parents were distinctly MIA at the time. So Ray Vecchio can go screw himself, because his mother was a whole lot better than he was.
But that's an argument that could last for much longer than they had time for, especially when Fraser's there, staring in what might be disappointment. Stanley didn't sit. He's not sure he dares to, even if Fraser's asking for it. Instead he stands near one corner of the table, putting it between the other two like it's some additional barrier that might save him from whatever is coming up. It's obvious Benton's working something out and Ray's pretty sure he knows what's been worked out, because that fucking Mountie knows more than he should about everything.
But still it isn't mentioned. Not yet.
They hate each other. Yes. That's exactly it. He can work with that.]
Yeah. Yeah, we do. I guess he's just got a face a guy has to punch. You know me, Fraser, I can't help where my fist goes sometimes. So maybe I mighta accidentally aimed a few hits his way, but I uh. I figured you wouldn't want us fightin', so I didn't say anythin'...
[Which isn't the greatest excuse, but he can already see where this is going and having him and Vecchio standing there, both covered in bruises and cuts and both spending time off work... it's kind of obvious that something happened, even if it was only a fight.]