[ It's something. It's the first thing Ray's done that wasn't an order or a gesture instructed physically by Fraser, and he accepts the fingers winding in his own, lets him raise them. He folds his own fingers in somewhat, clasping Ray's hand a little tighter of his own accord. His face turns slightly inward, forehead brushing briefly against Ray's temple.
He inhaled. If Ray were still afraid, Fraser couldn't smell it on him. Sure, he wasn't himself yet, but the gentle swaying had done the trick. The question was whether Ray could maintain that calm. ]
Like the dancing, or--?
[ But it's only a gentle murmur. He's teasing, mostly. He knows what Ray means; just as he knows that Ray knew what he'd meant before. Just as he knows that Ray will read beyond the obvious meaning when he says: ]
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He inhaled. If Ray were still afraid, Fraser couldn't smell it on him. Sure, he wasn't himself yet, but the gentle swaying had done the trick. The question was whether Ray could maintain that calm. ]
Like the dancing, or--?
[ But it's only a gentle murmur. He's teasing, mostly. He knows what Ray means; just as he knows that Ray knew what he'd meant before. Just as he knows that Ray will read beyond the obvious meaning when he says: ]
That depends. Are you ready to lead, Ray?