[Maybe Ray was drunker than he'd first thought. Or someone slipped something into one of his drinks. That'd explain why there's the odd sight and feel of Fraser at his legs, hands sliding up Ray's thighs and...]

Uuh.

[There's that braindead moment, a familiar blank look from Ray as though he's trying to process a particularly difficult word or solve algebra, or even try and process why the fuck his work partner is currently sliding his palms up his thighs and discussing pleasure.

So maybe this is about 'pleasure'. Ray wouldn't be at all surprised to find out Fraser's that way inclined, not with the way he acts around women. But that still doesn't quite explain why he's here, uninvited in Ray's home and getting dangerously close to touching him up.]

You and uh, you and Vecchio had a thing? Okay, that's cool. I'm not judgin'. But uh. I dunno if you remember I got Stella, right? So...

[Not so talented at the letting friends down gently thing, but he's trying his best. Not that Fraser isn't a good looking guy and pretty much perfect in every way, and not that his hands aren't pretty appealing right now after the rejection of no Stella tonight.]