[ Fraser appreciates the moment of uncharacteristic stillness from Ray, even though the time it buys him doesn't help him pick his way through what happens next. It isn't exactly something he thinks about in any detail on a daily basis. Or often at all. Which is part of what makes it so difficult. Fraser has always lived his life in such a way as to think three steps ahead at any one time. When he jumps into a boat that's about to tumble off the edge of a waterfall, he already knows where he's going when he drives his quarry down into the steep corrie valley, and where to jump from so as to not shatter his legs on the riverbed floor.
This isn't something he's planned for, not anything he can study in meticulous detail and carry out to the letter of some invisible check-list. It's instinct, which makes it more Ray's territory than his own, although at the deepest level Fraser still knows what he wants and how to take it. Always, when Fraser's plans failed, he knew he could depend on Ray to if not take it in hand, then to at least say the right thing.
He nodded more surely. ]
Yes, Ray. I'm good. [ Thank you for asking. He tilted his head, ever so slightly, a minute twitch. ] A good horseman knows when to hand over the reins. That is--if you would?
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This isn't something he's planned for, not anything he can study in meticulous detail and carry out to the letter of some invisible check-list. It's instinct, which makes it more Ray's territory than his own, although at the deepest level Fraser still knows what he wants and how to take it. Always, when Fraser's plans failed, he knew he could depend on Ray to if not take it in hand, then to at least say the right thing.
He nodded more surely. ]
Yes, Ray. I'm good. [ Thank you for asking. He tilted his head, ever so slightly, a minute twitch. ] A good horseman knows when to hand over the reins. That is--if you would?