[So maybe it was revenge for the Stella comment, but it was true enough. He'd had to comfort his friend through the inevitable loss of Vecchio after all this was through, and he was going to make sure the asshole knew about it. Vecchio needs to know what he's leaving behind, that his old partner is still there, still thinking about him, and still missing him even after this apparent abandonment. Sure, Stanley would be more than happy to never see the Italian again, but for Fraser's sake he hoped that wasn't the case.
The tone is obvious enough, sad, maybe slightly regretful, and Stanley's oddly glad to hear it because it means Vecchio still has a fucking heart in there somewhere. It's tempting to push it further, to step away from Stella and her love and instead speak of the Mountie's ridiculous infatuations, but this is Ray's wedding day and even Stanley can't quite bring himself to be that much of a dick.
And so he takes he cue given, gaze still over at Benton as he hears the tale spun about this man eating cousin and nods dutifully along to it.]
I guess I should rescue him before she gets her hands on him, then.
[Because he didn't want to see Ray cry any more than Ray wanted to cry in front of him. It's just not what guys like them did. The plate in his hand gets placed aside and he realises he's barely had a chance to eat, but he's not so sure he's got any appetite left anyway. Vecchio did a damn good job of getting rid of that, and between him and the urge to run off with Fraser, Stanley's got his mind on other things now. Food could come later when he's not being watched by hundreds of eyes and having to tread carefully at his ex's wedding.]
Maybe we'll see you later, yeah?
[We. Plural. Fraser was part of that now and he sure as hell wants to be sure Fraser gets to say his proper goodbyes, even if the Mountie might try and avoid it. And so with that he's twisting away towards the lengthy table, off towards Benton and Stella and a handful of giggling women. Off to rescue his Mountie friend from the evil clutches of made up maneaters and his ex wife.]
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The tone is obvious enough, sad, maybe slightly regretful, and Stanley's oddly glad to hear it because it means Vecchio still has a fucking heart in there somewhere. It's tempting to push it further, to step away from Stella and her love and instead speak of the Mountie's ridiculous infatuations, but this is Ray's wedding day and even Stanley can't quite bring himself to be that much of a dick.
And so he takes he cue given, gaze still over at Benton as he hears the tale spun about this man eating cousin and nods dutifully along to it.]
I guess I should rescue him before she gets her hands on him, then.
[Because he didn't want to see Ray cry any more than Ray wanted to cry in front of him. It's just not what guys like them did. The plate in his hand gets placed aside and he realises he's barely had a chance to eat, but he's not so sure he's got any appetite left anyway. Vecchio did a damn good job of getting rid of that, and between him and the urge to run off with Fraser, Stanley's got his mind on other things now. Food could come later when he's not being watched by hundreds of eyes and having to tread carefully at his ex's wedding.]
Maybe we'll see you later, yeah?
[We. Plural. Fraser was part of that now and he sure as hell wants to be sure Fraser gets to say his proper goodbyes, even if the Mountie might try and avoid it. And so with that he's twisting away towards the lengthy table, off towards Benton and Stella and a handful of giggling women. Off to rescue his Mountie friend from the evil clutches of made up maneaters and his ex wife.]