[There's a moment where Ray realises he doesn't know what his next move is, and he's left staring down at Fraser and reading into those widened eyes without being able to think of a follow up. Shutting up Fraser had been the easy part (for once in his life), but everything after that was impossible to figure. They were still in the same spot they were before. Still had the camera. Still had some skeevy mob guy insisting they work it for the camera so he can get his rocks off to it at a later date or whatever. Nothing had changed. Whether Fraser kept quiet or not made no difference to the over all outcome.
So why keep him quiet?
The words off camera have him snapping his attention back over to the Italian, blinking rapidly as he tries to process the thought. Gagging. Nah. Fraser's already tied down and at the whim of others, it wasn't fair to leave him completely powerless in this. Especially not when the Mountie's voice was one of his biggest weapons he had in his arsenal.]
I uh. Yeah. I guess it is.
[But the concept of turning Fraser on was still an odd sentence to hear in this room, even if Ray was witnessing some of that first hand.
With a huff of defeat his hand lifts, instead pressing his palm to Benton's chest and resting it there, gaze back on his partner.]
Not your fault. [He mumbles like he's trying to keep some of this conversation private, even with the company.]
no subject
So why keep him quiet?
The words off camera have him snapping his attention back over to the Italian, blinking rapidly as he tries to process the thought. Gagging. Nah. Fraser's already tied down and at the whim of others, it wasn't fair to leave him completely powerless in this. Especially not when the Mountie's voice was one of his biggest weapons he had in his arsenal.]
I uh. Yeah. I guess it is.
[But the concept of turning Fraser on was still an odd sentence to hear in this room, even if Ray was witnessing some of that first hand.
With a huff of defeat his hand lifts, instead pressing his palm to Benton's chest and resting it there, gaze back on his partner.]
Not your fault. [He mumbles like he's trying to keep some of this conversation private, even with the company.]