[Any concept of kissing before this point had never even crossed Ray's mind. Or if it had, he'd certainly buried it deep. Sure there'd been that time in the sinking ship that had caused a few alarming questions to spark in Ray's mind, but Fraser had brushed it off so casually as 'routine' that he'd pushed it no further. After that, Ray had done well in keeping any thoughts deeply closeted.
Perhaps that's part of the reason for the energy thrumming inside of him, something that's long been locked away that's finally getting it's time in the open air, although still resisted rather spectacularly by Ray.
When Fraser starts to move in a way that's familiar, Ray doesn't fight it. He lets his friend fall into what he recognises as a dance hold, and ever so slowly he responds. He keeps the hand at Fraser's back for convenience sake, fingers dusting against the vicious scar tissue, a little too low for anything deemed professional but this is just between friends. His other raises, hesitates mid-air and then makes the decision to do as instructed, resting a loose grip at Fraser's shoulder. It's all done in one movement, his eyes slipping shut as he does so and inhaling heavily. When he does exhale, it's with a slow, thoughtful hum, nodding carefully along to Fraser's words. He listens, he listens with everything he's got, focusing every point into the two of them, into the wind outside, the quiet ticking of a clock in the distance, of their breathing currently no quite in sync and their heartbeats the same. Ray can make anything into music, he can shuffle in silence when without a sound system.]
Yeah. Yeah, I got it. [And he's swaying just slightly against Fraser to his own little rhythm.]
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Perhaps that's part of the reason for the energy thrumming inside of him, something that's long been locked away that's finally getting it's time in the open air, although still resisted rather spectacularly by Ray.
When Fraser starts to move in a way that's familiar, Ray doesn't fight it. He lets his friend fall into what he recognises as a dance hold, and ever so slowly he responds. He keeps the hand at Fraser's back for convenience sake, fingers dusting against the vicious scar tissue, a little too low for anything deemed professional but this is just between friends. His other raises, hesitates mid-air and then makes the decision to do as instructed, resting a loose grip at Fraser's shoulder. It's all done in one movement, his eyes slipping shut as he does so and inhaling heavily. When he does exhale, it's with a slow, thoughtful hum, nodding carefully along to Fraser's words. He listens, he listens with everything he's got, focusing every point into the two of them, into the wind outside, the quiet ticking of a clock in the distance, of their breathing currently no quite in sync and their heartbeats the same. Ray can make anything into music, he can shuffle in silence when without a sound system.]
Yeah. Yeah, I got it. [And he's swaying just slightly against Fraser to his own little rhythm.]