[Fraser's wise to wait for a gap in the traffic. The pause in a reply has the smallest knot of anxiety twisting it's way into Ray's stomach in anticipation. He's not even sure why he's so concerned, if the answer were to be no he supposes they could carry on as before and never ever mention that night again. That's not the result he wants. He doesn't know what result he wants, but rejection is never his favoured choice. But... a no would make things easier, and easy is good. A yes means friendships and partnerships and none of that is every easy, not when Fraser is involved.
By the time those lips are brushing against his jaw he's a bundle of anticipation, limbs jerking away from Fraser briefly and taking the car along with him. It's only a brief moment of veering onto the other side of the road, then Ray's quickly correcting the movement to jerk them back onto the right side.]
Fraser!
[He's barely even registering the direction change until the last minute, no time to question it as he sharply skids the car into the bend, straightening her up on the straight with a slight wiggle from the back tyres. Poor Dief will just have to deal with sliding around in the back. He's probably used to it by now.]
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By the time those lips are brushing against his jaw he's a bundle of anticipation, limbs jerking away from Fraser briefly and taking the car along with him. It's only a brief moment of veering onto the other side of the road, then Ray's quickly correcting the movement to jerk them back onto the right side.]
Fraser!
[He's barely even registering the direction change until the last minute, no time to question it as he sharply skids the car into the bend, straightening her up on the straight with a slight wiggle from the back tyres. Poor Dief will just have to deal with sliding around in the back. He's probably used to it by now.]
I'm not driving us to the Canadian border.