[ It's the natural rhythm that he thrives on, that collects him when everything else is out of his control. Like hoofbeats or raindrops beating on the ground, or the soft strum of an acoustic guitar, Benton uses the sound to help him find his center in the moment. Ray is a cacophony of sound on a good day, but it's almost compiled itself into a harmony now, chaotic but real, symphonic in its own right. Fraser wrote the meter behind his eyelids, the heartbeat the base, the sound and feel of his breath the strings, the soft, appreciative hum - and he did recognize it as appreciative - making every difficult part of this impossibly worth it.
They might bicker, but they understood each other without words, and just as Fraser could all but feel Ray's nerves twisting the air, he knew his own soothing commitment and trust would be equally well communicated. They could balance each other out like this, find the safer middle ground. As long as they had each other, they could make it through any trial, survive sinking ships and track down fugitives in the wilderness.
And do this.
Raising his head, Fraser braced his arm underneath himself, canting his hips very slightly, legs parting by way of wrapping one across Ray's only to tangle it through once more, hooking his toes at the base of Ray's knee. He didn't say a word, but his breathing slowed and staggered, while Fraser, meanwhile, sought out Ray's line of sight. Flushed, lips parted, he guided him with almost imperceptible little nods of his head, knowing that he could resolve some of Ray's anxiety with minute directions, and pressed back with his hips just in case despite his best intentions the other gestures failed.. ]
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They might bicker, but they understood each other without words, and just as Fraser could all but feel Ray's nerves twisting the air, he knew his own soothing commitment and trust would be equally well communicated. They could balance each other out like this, find the safer middle ground. As long as they had each other, they could make it through any trial, survive sinking ships and track down fugitives in the wilderness.
And do this.
Raising his head, Fraser braced his arm underneath himself, canting his hips very slightly, legs parting by way of wrapping one across Ray's only to tangle it through once more, hooking his toes at the base of Ray's knee. He didn't say a word, but his breathing slowed and staggered, while Fraser, meanwhile, sought out Ray's line of sight. Flushed, lips parted, he guided him with almost imperceptible little nods of his head, knowing that he could resolve some of Ray's anxiety with minute directions, and pressed back with his hips just in case despite his best intentions the other gestures failed.. ]