[ Fraser stays calm, his breathing steady, determined to make himself a calming influence for Ray one breath at a time. It's working; he can feel it working, and he shifts gently in rhythm with the other man. They blend into each other, partners into the fray, now dance partners. More, at least in appearance.
As Ray sways, Fraser eases in closer, lets his chest almost touch against Ray's, their arms crossed, his nose near the other man's ear. It's comfortable, safe, and Fraser benefits from it too, from the advantage that having a few moments to think gives him. His shoulders relax, his posture softens, and he raises his eyes toward the plaster ceiling. ]
Are you feeling any better?
[ Maybe he'd move on, and maybe he already knew, but he needed Ray to know that he felt better more than he needed to hear it himself. ]
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As Ray sways, Fraser eases in closer, lets his chest almost touch against Ray's, their arms crossed, his nose near the other man's ear. It's comfortable, safe, and Fraser benefits from it too, from the advantage that having a few moments to think gives him. His shoulders relax, his posture softens, and he raises his eyes toward the plaster ceiling. ]
Are you feeling any better?
[ Maybe he'd move on, and maybe he already knew, but he needed Ray to know that he felt better more than he needed to hear it himself. ]