[ Fraser stays. As Ray pulls aside to straighten up, Fraser stays put, almost for full seconds, and hours pass inside his head as he stares at the blank wall, at the place where Ray had been a moment ago. It's actually surprising to him how close to it he is, as though it's odd that Ray doesn't take up more space than that, because suddenly it's all the other man does that takes up space: every inch of it. Ray is suddenly his entire life, and he can't think of a part of it into which his partner hasn't already been deftly slotted. The consulate has a Ray spot, the police station has a Fraser spot, there's two sleeping bags backed in his overnight kit, two toothbrushes - one Ray's - two plates and two spoons and two cups. Even Diefenbaker adores him. He has a spare hat in the trunk of the GTO in case of a headpiece emergency.
Ray is everything, and Fraser can't believe that he didn't see it before because it's so clear now. There may be nothing between him and the wall, but there was Ray too. Ray everywhere, inside and out. Ray wanting to continue his conversation as much as Fraser did.
He turned away from the wall, looked up at Ray's smile and offered one back of his own, then reached out lightning quick as Ray waved his hand and snapped his fingers tight around his partner's wrist. His mouth moved, twitching at the left as he tucked his head to his right, a Fraser gesture of: You might not like this but listen to what I have to say. ]
I need you to come with me. [ Into the dreaded function room, was what he meant, but as he said the words they suddenly took on a lot more meaning, a lot more depth. He was talking about Canada or wherever else they ended up. He was talking about them, and apparently the conversation wasn't over yet. ] You're my partner, you're a part of my life, and nothing can stand against us when we stand together. I'd be alone out there, Ray, and I just can't--I can't be alone any more. Not now I know what it's like to feel like this; to feel like this about you, about us.
I miss you every second of the day I'm not with you. I dream of you at night. And sometimes when you only touch me it's like I can't breathe, because I know if I inhale I'll cross some line, even if I hadn't really known until recently what line it was I was so afraid of crossing.
I need you, Ray. I need you to come with me, and that starts now. That starts right now. [ He enunciated the last two words especially - RRRighT nOW - and there was a flash as his eyes snapped up again. He reached up with his other hand and folded it into the hand of Ray's he'd captured, before releasing his abused wrist. Holding hands now, he squeezed, looking at Ray more firmly, trying to put across his meaning. ]
Everywhere we go from now on we go together. No more distance. So come with me, Ray. Come and hold my hand while I say goodbye to my best friend, because I don't think I can let you go even long enough to do that.
[ He tugged gently, stepping backward, guiding him one step toward the door with the expectation that he follow. But if Ray wanted to stay to talk, or try to run, he'd hang there at arm's length, anchored, his grip tight around Ray's hand as it had been during their run from the church. Ray wasn't leaving without him, and Fraser wasn't going into the party without him either. ]
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Ray is everything, and Fraser can't believe that he didn't see it before because it's so clear now. There may be nothing between him and the wall, but there was Ray too. Ray everywhere, inside and out. Ray wanting to continue his conversation as much as Fraser did.
He turned away from the wall, looked up at Ray's smile and offered one back of his own, then reached out lightning quick as Ray waved his hand and snapped his fingers tight around his partner's wrist. His mouth moved, twitching at the left as he tucked his head to his right, a Fraser gesture of: You might not like this but listen to what I have to say. ]
I need you to come with me. [ Into the dreaded function room, was what he meant, but as he said the words they suddenly took on a lot more meaning, a lot more depth. He was talking about Canada or wherever else they ended up. He was talking about them, and apparently the conversation wasn't over yet. ] You're my partner, you're a part of my life, and nothing can stand against us when we stand together. I'd be alone out there, Ray, and I just can't--I can't be alone any more. Not now I know what it's like to feel like this; to feel like this about you, about us.
I miss you every second of the day I'm not with you. I dream of you at night. And sometimes when you only touch me it's like I can't breathe, because I know if I inhale I'll cross some line, even if I hadn't really known until recently what line it was I was so afraid of crossing.
I need you, Ray. I need you to come with me, and that starts now. That starts right now. [ He enunciated the last two words especially - RRRighT nOW - and there was a flash as his eyes snapped up again. He reached up with his other hand and folded it into the hand of Ray's he'd captured, before releasing his abused wrist. Holding hands now, he squeezed, looking at Ray more firmly, trying to put across his meaning. ]
Everywhere we go from now on we go together. No more distance. So come with me, Ray. Come and hold my hand while I say goodbye to my best friend, because I don't think I can let you go even long enough to do that.
[ He tugged gently, stepping backward, guiding him one step toward the door with the expectation that he follow. But if Ray wanted to stay to talk, or try to run, he'd hang there at arm's length, anchored, his grip tight around Ray's hand as it had been during their run from the church. Ray wasn't leaving without him, and Fraser wasn't going into the party without him either. ]