[With an unconscious (at least on Ray's behalf) syncing of breath, touch and soothing assurance, Ray thinks he might just get through this. Once Fraser starts talking, he barely even remembers they've got company, focused as he is on sight and sound and touch, and even though there's a lot of words to process, he thinks he might just understand what Fraser's getting at. They do so often have an understanding, he and Benton.

Ray brows crease in thought, taking it all in as he tries to multi-task with this 'dancing' concept. It's kind of like dancing, sure. A horizontal sort of dancing. And that sounds more than a little bizarre but hell, they don't have much choice. This will be the ultimate test in buddies, he considers, even as he rolls his hips down into Fraser once more, a steady, driving force.]

Nah. Nah, I get it. [He decides out loud, lowering his face to the side of Fraser to rest at his shoulder, relieving the strain of trying to keep himself up in such an awkward position.]

Like uh. No matter what, we're still buddies, right? Whatever weird shit comes between us. That's partners. That's buddies.

[Because Ray will always be that loyal dog.]