[For all the times Canada has tried to kill him, Ray still can't help but find an appeal in the wilderness of the North, of the open space and the silence of the snow and Fraser's guiding knowledge throughout. Ray was a city boy. He'd been brought up on the hard streets with constant engines and sirens and screams. There was nothing quiet about Chicago, nothing private about it. In the North it was him and Fraser against the world, in Chicago there was so much more to contend with.
And here Fraser was, willing to let Ray back into that private little world where the two of them existed together. Just them and the dogs and a whole lot of wilderness.
Dancin'? I'm gettin' the first dance, buddy. See what rhythm you really got.
[The sheer mention of dancing has him taking that offered hand and pulling himself to his feet with Fraser's aid, pausing long enough to spare a glance back at that wooden carving, the half eaten box of chocolates, discarded flutes and half used champagne. The two of them made their mark on the place without Ray ever having to pee on the bed, and he supposes that's quite the achievement. The Vecchio's could always order more chocolates and more champagne if they needed it, and still got away with their sheets in good shape other than ruffled thanks to a certain Mountie and cop sat on the bed.]
Guess it's the end of an era.
[No more Ray Vecchio. No more Stella. After tonight he doubt it'd be long before they start making their plans to move. They had no reason to stick around, just like Ray and Fraser had no reason to. Let that happy couple have Florida, Kowalski was going to get trees and mountains and caribou and whatever else the North had to offer.]
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And here Fraser was, willing to let Ray back into that private little world where the two of them existed together. Just them and the dogs and a whole lot of wilderness.
Dancin'? I'm gettin' the first dance, buddy. See what rhythm you really got.
[The sheer mention of dancing has him taking that offered hand and pulling himself to his feet with Fraser's aid, pausing long enough to spare a glance back at that wooden carving, the half eaten box of chocolates, discarded flutes and half used champagne. The two of them made their mark on the place without Ray ever having to pee on the bed, and he supposes that's quite the achievement. The Vecchio's could always order more chocolates and more champagne if they needed it, and still got away with their sheets in good shape other than ruffled thanks to a certain Mountie and cop sat on the bed.]
Guess it's the end of an era.
[No more Ray Vecchio. No more Stella. After tonight he doubt it'd be long before they start making their plans to move. They had no reason to stick around, just like Ray and Fraser had no reason to. Let that happy couple have Florida, Kowalski was going to get trees and mountains and caribou and whatever else the North had to offer.]