[ Fraser shifts only very slightly at Ray's question. His breath changes direction, if only because he's raised his nose an inch higher until it's in Ray's hair instead. It's nice. This isn't the kind of thing Fraser often gets to enjoy, the closeness of another person, and truly Chicago had been a learning curve in that respect. Ray - Ray Vecchio - had always been the touchy feely sort; the one who would take his arm to steer him aside or lean almost across his back as they talked, both hands on his shoulders. Kowalski wasn't the same thing - he liked his own personal space somewhat more - but...
But human closeness had grown on Fraser - intimate closeness, rather than the more practical kind - and he liked it.
He felt like dozing, why wouldn't he after that, but there was too much to busy his mind with to be letting it drift too far toward unconsciousness. They had to iron this out now, or the alternative was one of them waking up before the other and trying to decide on the outcome all on their own. He wanted Ray to know that he was okay with this, that...that the change in the situation didn't have to change anything about them as a couple, but that it could--it could if Ray wanted it to. And if it stayed about the job then that was fine too. ]
More than alright.
[ Murmured into his hair. Fraser moved his stick hand up, following Ray's centerline up to his breastbone. ]
I'm sorry for biting you. It seemed rather like the right thing to do at the time.
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But human closeness had grown on Fraser - intimate closeness, rather than the more practical kind - and he liked it.
He felt like dozing, why wouldn't he after that, but there was too much to busy his mind with to be letting it drift too far toward unconsciousness. They had to iron this out now, or the alternative was one of them waking up before the other and trying to decide on the outcome all on their own. He wanted Ray to know that he was okay with this, that...that the change in the situation didn't have to change anything about them as a couple, but that it could--it could if Ray wanted it to. And if it stayed about the job then that was fine too. ]
More than alright.
[ Murmured into his hair. Fraser moved his stick hand up, following Ray's centerline up to his breastbone. ]
I'm sorry for biting you. It seemed rather like the right thing to do at the time.