[It didn't matter to Ray how good or bad Fraser was at dancing, even if he'd been awful at it, Ray would still be there swaying along to his own little hum of a waltz that clashed with the noise through the doors they were standing by. Fraser wasn't awful though, of course not. Fraser was rarely awful at anything, and despite his initial protests, he seemed to relax into the steps rather well, letting Kowalski lead where they needed to go in that tiny little circle they were creating.
One-two-three one-two-three.
This was just as easy as every other task they taken on together, something they could both achieve and succeed at with limited practice, because everything was so much easier with Fraser easing him along]
[And yet there was obviously something wrong. Not in dancing but in demeanour. Fraser was playing the avoidance game, Ray knew that much, and he briefly wonders if maybe there was more to it than dancing.
Right here, right now, the two of them slowly working off the rhythm of each other, was pretty much perfect. Just as good as any dance he could get from Stella, even if there wasn't a lifetime of memories to go with it. But they could make their own lifetime of memories, they already had plenty to go with. More had happen in the short time Ray had known Fraser than the entire lifetime he'd been with Stella. Fraser kept things interesting, fun and exciting and he actually cared. Maybe this could be more than just dancing. More than just Canada. More than just work. Maybe that's what Fraser was silently getting at.
Or. Maybe Ray was just projecting onto his friend. Maybe Ray was just drunk and lonely and grasping at straws in a desperate attempt not to be that guy who dies alone with no family to speak of.]
I mean. You and me. We're good. But what sorta picture does that paint to everyone else? You and me dancin' together all night and runnin' off to Canada to spend months alone likea pair of hermits. That uh. That's more than buddies.
[He doesn't mind. He doesn't sound like he minds either, leaning back enough to try and get a glimpse of that turned away face. Is Fraser ashamed? Embarrassed?]
I'm okay with that. But uh... if you're not... that's okay too.
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One-two-three one-two-three.
This was just as easy as every other task they taken on together, something they could both achieve and succeed at with limited practice, because everything was so much easier with Fraser easing him along]
Shut up, Fraser. You're doin' good. You're always good.
[And yet there was obviously something wrong. Not in dancing but in demeanour. Fraser was playing the avoidance game, Ray knew that much, and he briefly wonders if maybe there was more to it than dancing.
Right here, right now, the two of them slowly working off the rhythm of each other, was pretty much perfect. Just as good as any dance he could get from Stella, even if there wasn't a lifetime of memories to go with it. But they could make their own lifetime of memories, they already had plenty to go with. More had happen in the short time Ray had known Fraser than the entire lifetime he'd been with Stella. Fraser kept things interesting, fun and exciting and he actually cared. Maybe this could be more than just dancing. More than just Canada. More than just work. Maybe that's what Fraser was silently getting at.
Or. Maybe Ray was just projecting onto his friend. Maybe Ray was just drunk and lonely and grasping at straws in a desperate attempt not to be that guy who dies alone with no family to speak of.]
I mean. You and me. We're good. But what sorta picture does that paint to everyone else? You and me dancin' together all night and runnin' off to Canada to spend months alone likea pair of hermits. That uh. That's more than buddies.
[He doesn't mind. He doesn't sound like he minds either, leaning back enough to try and get a glimpse of that turned away face. Is Fraser ashamed? Embarrassed?]
I'm okay with that. But uh... if you're not... that's okay too.