[Ray had slept like the dead, passed out and practically impossible to wake until the shrill alarm had eventually got him to drag his ass out of bed. He didn't know a thing about the hypnotising and, for the most part, wouldn't care either. Sleep was the important part, and if Fraser could do all that without waking Ray, then he's cool with that.
When he did finally wake it still hadn't felt like he'd had enough time to rest, groggy and sluggish until he'd had a coffee to get him going. But he was happy, content and maybe even cheerful even with the tiredness tugging at his eyes. Suddenly Fraser's perkiness after waking up was contagious rather than an annoyance, which might actually be a first.
It even lasted for the drive, Ray's focus still locked on the road for the most part but sparing Fraser the odd glance and smile, like he's paranoid that the Mountie might suddenly disappear, or that all of this was some dream that'd be ripped from him in the space of a split second. Sure, Ray was paranoid about that, anxious too. But trying to stop Ray being that way was a virtual impossibility. Anxiousness was hard wired into him just as much as the over excitability and the odd speech was. It was just part of him. The hand squeeze is a reassurance though, grounding the two of them into something as real as a touch and giving Ray a second to inhale deeply and just focus on the warmth of Fraser's fingers and the deep thrum of the car beneath the touch of the wheel.
He pulls in where instructed, parking up and leaning forward to try and get a proper look at where they're meant to be going. There was nothing special that caught the eye, but Ray's almost glad of that. He's not sure he can face having to enter a shop that's flashing neon signs about kinky shit. Still, maybe Fraser doesn't quite get what they're after, maybe this is another lost in translation thing that Ray's going to have to stand in the street explaining to his friend.]
You sure this is the place, Frase?
[Sure, he trusts his partner implicitly, but that doesn't mean he can't question him over stupid decisions. Because even Mr. Perfect makes mistakes, Ray's witnessed it first hand.
Nevertheless he moves to get out of the car, although not going far as he leans on the roof and waits for his partner, because there is no way he's going to be the one leading the way to some place like this.]
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When he did finally wake it still hadn't felt like he'd had enough time to rest, groggy and sluggish until he'd had a coffee to get him going. But he was happy, content and maybe even cheerful even with the tiredness tugging at his eyes. Suddenly Fraser's perkiness after waking up was contagious rather than an annoyance, which might actually be a first.
It even lasted for the drive, Ray's focus still locked on the road for the most part but sparing Fraser the odd glance and smile, like he's paranoid that the Mountie might suddenly disappear, or that all of this was some dream that'd be ripped from him in the space of a split second. Sure, Ray was paranoid about that, anxious too. But trying to stop Ray being that way was a virtual impossibility. Anxiousness was hard wired into him just as much as the over excitability and the odd speech was. It was just part of him. The hand squeeze is a reassurance though, grounding the two of them into something as real as a touch and giving Ray a second to inhale deeply and just focus on the warmth of Fraser's fingers and the deep thrum of the car beneath the touch of the wheel.
He pulls in where instructed, parking up and leaning forward to try and get a proper look at where they're meant to be going. There was nothing special that caught the eye, but Ray's almost glad of that. He's not sure he can face having to enter a shop that's flashing neon signs about kinky shit. Still, maybe Fraser doesn't quite get what they're after, maybe this is another lost in translation thing that Ray's going to have to stand in the street explaining to his friend.]
You sure this is the place, Frase?
[Sure, he trusts his partner implicitly, but that doesn't mean he can't question him over stupid decisions. Because even Mr. Perfect makes mistakes, Ray's witnessed it first hand.
Nevertheless he moves to get out of the car, although not going far as he leans on the roof and waits for his partner, because there is no way he's going to be the one leading the way to some place like this.]