[ This is where it all starts to fall down around Ray's ears. Fraser obeys; obeying is the name of the game, after all, and in this case it could potentially mean the difference between winning and losing, or life and death if their suspect were to get trigger happy. He needs to do this right.
So he's practicing. Practicing being quiet.
All the response that Ray gets is the slightest tilt of his head to one side, and his eyes dancing back and forth across the other man's face. Fraser even half smiles and ducks his head at one point. It's all very charming, yes, but helpful? Probably not. But at the same time he has a lot of faith in Ray being able to find the answers by himself. He usually does.
Even if it occasionally comes at all the wrong times. His eyes narrow just briefly toward the end. Come on, Ray, you can do it. ]
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So he's practicing. Practicing being quiet.
All the response that Ray gets is the slightest tilt of his head to one side, and his eyes dancing back and forth across the other man's face. Fraser even half smiles and ducks his head at one point. It's all very charming, yes, but helpful? Probably not. But at the same time he has a lot of faith in Ray being able to find the answers by himself. He usually does.
Even if it occasionally comes at all the wrong times. His eyes narrow just briefly toward the end. Come on, Ray, you can do it. ]