[ Ray knew what it would be like. He remembered similar kinds of humiliation being meted out on his peers when he was back in school, tracking in the heels of thugs and trying to keep his own head down so it didn't happen to him. Now he was the one in command, and his replacement just melted under the contact, submitted desperately like he could avoid it if Ray chose to go that way.
Eyes were averted, a head was ducked away. Poor guy. This wasn't what he'd signed on for, but hey, Ray knew that if he was in the same position he'd make the same choice. Between him and Fraser - some mob guy and Fraser - there really was only one way to go, and it wasn't going to be easy but at least they were facing it together.
The other thing. Well the other thing could fuck him up. At least he and Fraser would stay strong together, support each other. A shared experience.
He watched Ray's hand drop, and only then Ray patted Kowalski's cheek condescendingly. ]
Good boy.
[ He dropped his own hand, letting it settle briefly on Fraser's hip - only for a second - before snatching it away again. It was probably the last contact with him he'd have, and it was a hell of a lot better than the punch to the mouth he'd given him a short while before. Removing his gun, he moved back, moved out of shot, letting the two of them have their freedom again. ]
Slowly. Gently now, Vecchio. You know you can do this.
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Eyes were averted, a head was ducked away. Poor guy. This wasn't what he'd signed on for, but hey, Ray knew that if he was in the same position he'd make the same choice. Between him and Fraser - some mob guy and Fraser - there really was only one way to go, and it wasn't going to be easy but at least they were facing it together.
The other thing. Well the other thing could fuck him up. At least he and Fraser would stay strong together, support each other. A shared experience.
He watched Ray's hand drop, and only then Ray patted Kowalski's cheek condescendingly. ]
Good boy.
[ He dropped his own hand, letting it settle briefly on Fraser's hip - only for a second - before snatching it away again. It was probably the last contact with him he'd have, and it was a hell of a lot better than the punch to the mouth he'd given him a short while before. Removing his gun, he moved back, moved out of shot, letting the two of them have their freedom again. ]
Slowly. Gently now, Vecchio. You know you can do this.