[It wasn't unusual to see Fraser making weird ass life choices, Ray was used to that by now, but he hadn't expected the Mountie to choose to break into his home when given the cold shoulder earlier today. Benton was meant to be the polite one of them, the understanding Canadian who didn't push it when he was told his company wasn't wanted.
They knew each other well enough by now that Ray hadn't thought there'd be too many hard feelings, not after the days he'd had of ultimate Stella-ness. But maybe that was it. Maybe Fraser had just been too polite to bring up his annoyance at the sudden late nights and early mornings that this Stella case had brought about. Maybe the lack of lunches and dinners together and Ray's sudden distance weren't to the Mounties liking. Was this arrival going to be some talk of 'feelings' and 'partners' and shit that Ray really couldn't deal with tonight?]
Fraser...
[The approach is a little more bold than he'd thought for, but Ray's seen Fraser show confidence like this on a daily basis. The invasion of personal space isn't even a surprise. Those hands though, sliding forward to push the coat from his shoulders without hesitation, are a little odd. Perhaps it's a Canadian thing, some sort of olive branch and yet another freakish thing Ray has to adjust to.
Ray's own hesitancy is there, brimming just slightly beneath his annoyance and tiredness and mild curiosity.]
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They knew each other well enough by now that Ray hadn't thought there'd be too many hard feelings, not after the days he'd had of ultimate Stella-ness. But maybe that was it. Maybe Fraser had just been too polite to bring up his annoyance at the sudden late nights and early mornings that this Stella case had brought about. Maybe the lack of lunches and dinners together and Ray's sudden distance weren't to the Mounties liking. Was this arrival going to be some talk of 'feelings' and 'partners' and shit that Ray really couldn't deal with tonight?]
Fraser...
[The approach is a little more bold than he'd thought for, but Ray's seen Fraser show confidence like this on a daily basis. The invasion of personal space isn't even a surprise. Those hands though, sliding forward to push the coat from his shoulders without hesitation, are a little odd. Perhaps it's a Canadian thing, some sort of olive branch and yet another freakish thing Ray has to adjust to.
Ray's own hesitancy is there, brimming just slightly beneath his annoyance and tiredness and mild curiosity.]
Negotiate? What kinda negotiation?