[If he wasn't feeling twitchy enough already, Fraser's obvious defiance is enough to set Stan right on edge. Stupid, dumb ass, waste of space Mountie. Not only is he going against Stanley's words, but he's also outright endangering himself and Ray. Stubbornness had always been an issue when it came to Benton and that was now being shown full force.
There's not exactly much Ray can do about it though, not beyond a hissed "Fraser" of warning that he knows will do absolutely nothing to shut the Mountie up or take back the words said. If he could move without getting shot, he'd be tempted to sock the Canadian one for being such an insufferable prick, but then... then the mobster is looking right at him with a smile that's not at all reassuring, and swinging his fist right at Fraser.
Whether or not he'd been thinking about doing just that moments ago is irrelevant. That's his Mountie and he's snarling out his disapproval almost immediately. Although his instincts have him jolting forward in defence of his partner, his mind soon catches him, halting himself mid step before he can properly move, if only to try and avoid getting his brains blown out by one of the other guys. All he can do is try and catch Fraser's eyes, somehow reassure.]
Fucker.
[Half muttered under his breath, frustrated at just how little he can do. And that feeling just gets worse as orders are given that he's so wanting to resist, but with 'Mikey' making him and his gun known, Ray's not so sure how much leeway he's going to be given before there's a bullet in his kneecap.]
I'm good. Don't wanna catch a cold, but thanks.
[Jacket stays on like it's as important as armour, but he does reluctantly step towards the bed, moving to perch carefully at the edge while keeping Mikey in his line of sight. Maybe, just maybe, someone would let their guard down eventually.]
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There's not exactly much Ray can do about it though, not beyond a hissed "Fraser" of warning that he knows will do absolutely nothing to shut the Mountie up or take back the words said. If he could move without getting shot, he'd be tempted to sock the Canadian one for being such an insufferable prick, but then... then the mobster is looking right at him with a smile that's not at all reassuring, and swinging his fist right at Fraser.
Whether or not he'd been thinking about doing just that moments ago is irrelevant. That's his Mountie and he's snarling out his disapproval almost immediately. Although his instincts have him jolting forward in defence of his partner, his mind soon catches him, halting himself mid step before he can properly move, if only to try and avoid getting his brains blown out by one of the other guys. All he can do is try and catch Fraser's eyes, somehow reassure.]
Fucker.
[Half muttered under his breath, frustrated at just how little he can do. And that feeling just gets worse as orders are given that he's so wanting to resist, but with 'Mikey' making him and his gun known, Ray's not so sure how much leeway he's going to be given before there's a bullet in his kneecap.]
I'm good. Don't wanna catch a cold, but thanks.
[Jacket stays on like it's as important as armour, but he does reluctantly step towards the bed, moving to perch carefully at the edge while keeping Mikey in his line of sight. Maybe, just maybe, someone would let their guard down eventually.]