[As funny as a flustered Fraser usually is, Ray can't help but feel moderately responsible this time as the Mountie looks to him with an odd sort of panic. Concern? Apprehension? He's not sure, but it's different enough from the usual blushing Canadian that Ray's pretty sure it's more than just pure fear at the mass forward women trying to drag him to the dance floor.
Perhaps it's his own fault somehow. Perhaps Fraser was having second thoughts- although that doesn't coincide with the clinging against Ray currently going on. No, he's pretty sure they're still okay for this. Maybe. he hopes so after the public declaration, because he's going to feel really fucking stupid in the morning if this was just some drunken fancy. At least they could both blame it on the alcohol and never speak of it again.]
Mm-hmm, all done.
[Which was somewhat of a lie, granted. He'd never really started eating in the first place, but he was done for now. Probably only to order yet more pizza at a ridiculous time of the night. Dief would be happy with that, at least, and Fraser could do with eating some more after all that alcohol.]
Hey, uh, you okay, buddy? You look a little... [Something. He's not sure. Flustered, maybe. A quick, sweeping glance of his partner, using the opportunity to wriggle his arm free and slap it across Fraser's back again in a much more familiar position.
He didn't lead them away, didn't even lead them anywhere private. He was quite happy to stay in the crowds of wedding attendees with his good friend and partner. Actual partner, maybe, not even just his working partner. And isn't that a weird thought? Unless Fraser wasn't okay with it, in which case Ray could deal with that. He's used to rejection, after all. Used to hearing one thing and then having them do another, just like Stella had done. She'd loved him and left him, actions contradicting words. Ray was too simple to understand that, but he could accept it.]
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Perhaps it's his own fault somehow. Perhaps Fraser was having second thoughts- although that doesn't coincide with the clinging against Ray currently going on. No, he's pretty sure they're still okay for this. Maybe. he hopes so after the public declaration, because he's going to feel really fucking stupid in the morning if this was just some drunken fancy. At least they could both blame it on the alcohol and never speak of it again.]
Mm-hmm, all done.
[Which was somewhat of a lie, granted. He'd never really started eating in the first place, but he was done for now. Probably only to order yet more pizza at a ridiculous time of the night. Dief would be happy with that, at least, and Fraser could do with eating some more after all that alcohol.]
Hey, uh, you okay, buddy? You look a little... [Something. He's not sure. Flustered, maybe. A quick, sweeping glance of his partner, using the opportunity to wriggle his arm free and slap it across Fraser's back again in a much more familiar position.
He didn't lead them away, didn't even lead them anywhere private. He was quite happy to stay in the crowds of wedding attendees with his good friend and partner. Actual partner, maybe, not even just his working partner. And isn't that a weird thought? Unless Fraser wasn't okay with it, in which case Ray could deal with that. He's used to rejection, after all. Used to hearing one thing and then having them do another, just like Stella had done. She'd loved him and left him, actions contradicting words. Ray was too simple to understand that, but he could accept it.]