dogsled: (best pals)
Benton Fraser ([personal profile] dogsled) wrote in [community profile] thelockbox 2014-07-23 05:08 pm (UTC)

[ Talk about bleeding tension. Fraser stays rigid in his seat until they're two blocks away, and only then does he slowly let himself uncoil, breathe out, even properly look from behind his wide open eyes. Staring straight ahead wasn't watching where he was going.

He turned his head very slightly toward the man beside him.
]

You're a good friend.

[ Mexico actually sounds like a workable idea, actually. He almost feels bad for not rescuing Turnbull too, considering the fact that he'd been the one to take down the door with an axe. On the other hand his dressing down wouldn't make any impact, while Fraser is... Well, any more dressing down and he'd have to start peeling off layers of skin. And Thatcher would probably hand him the knife.

Flicking his eyes up toward Ray at last, the gentle hum of moving traffic and blaring car horns reassuring, Fraser let himself linger at last on what neither of them had had time to think about since rolling off the couch. He thought for several moments how to approach the subject, whether he even wanted to, then spoke very softly:
]

Even if it means we end up in Cape Horn, I had a wonderful time last night, Ray.

[ Nobody could say he didn't wear his heart on his sleeve. ]

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