[Ray sits with Fraser throughout, holding him in close as the weight of the Mountie slumps in against him. There's a certain stillness to Ray as he absorbs the scenario, gaze flicking to catch little slivers of information from Fraser. So much about him was different, so ruffled and unrefined compared to the straight laced Mountie that presents himself to the rest of the world. It's worth spending every second he can remembering this moment, even if it does mean having to hold some semblance of patience.
While Fraser's breath is hot against his jaw, Ray takes a moment to slip his eyes closed, humming out a low, satisfied exhale, breathing steadily alongside his partners pants and sighs.
The voice has him cracking his eyes open again, brows furrowing as he tries to register the tone. It wasn't like anything he'd heard from Fraser before, less Queens English Mountie and more gruff wild man. Ray approves with a smile. If only he got to hear that more often, but perhaps it's better he didn't. It was far too distracting to work alongside.
But Fraser has made a request and Ray will honour it, trying to hold Fraser somewhat in place as attempts to get a foot under himself enough to struggle to his feet, hooking under Fraser's arm to aid with tugging him up alongside. He'll take as much weight as Fraser wants to give, stable enough to act as a leaning post if needed. It's not exactly far to go when the couch is only a few steps away.
It's only as Ray aids his partner in getting settled that he really registers the second part of that previous request, reading enough into it to get the general idea. He thinks.]
Fraser. You don't owe me anythin'. I'm good. I'm spent. This was for both of us.
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While Fraser's breath is hot against his jaw, Ray takes a moment to slip his eyes closed, humming out a low, satisfied exhale, breathing steadily alongside his partners pants and sighs.
The voice has him cracking his eyes open again, brows furrowing as he tries to register the tone. It wasn't like anything he'd heard from Fraser before, less Queens English Mountie and more gruff wild man. Ray approves with a smile. If only he got to hear that more often, but perhaps it's better he didn't. It was far too distracting to work alongside.
But Fraser has made a request and Ray will honour it, trying to hold Fraser somewhat in place as attempts to get a foot under himself enough to struggle to his feet, hooking under Fraser's arm to aid with tugging him up alongside. He'll take as much weight as Fraser wants to give, stable enough to act as a leaning post if needed. It's not exactly far to go when the couch is only a few steps away.
It's only as Ray aids his partner in getting settled that he really registers the second part of that previous request, reading enough into it to get the general idea. He thinks.]
Fraser. You don't owe me anythin'. I'm good. I'm spent. This was for both of us.