[ Job sucks, doesn't it, Ray? Lucca smirks at his discomfort over the switch comment, settling his arm against the bar and just turning his tonic round and round. It's obvious he's a pro at nursing his drinks for as long as possible.
At Ray's feet, Fraser settles, getting some semblance of control back over his jealousy. There was no potential for abandonment here. Ray was his partner, and back where Fraser came from that meant something. It meant seeking each other out over flowing ice and against battering snowstorms if there was even the chance of their being in trouble. Ray has done as much for him. Maybe without the snowstorms, but as close as.
He inclined his head slightly, and let his hands come up, folding instead across the top of Ray's knee. Underneath the palm of his other hand, out of sight, he circled his own thumb, offering Ray the same reassurance. He knew this was difficult, but he was doing well. Very smooth. ]
Half your problem's how much you let him get away with. You put down iron clad rules that what you say goes, and--well. Self preservation don't come into it any more, you know what I mean?
[ The hairs on the back of Fraser's neck prickled. A new line of inquiry came to mind, and a particularly grim one at that. He swallowed carefully, then deliberately closed his eyes and pretended that he wasn't listening. ]
And if all else fails I guess you could pop 'em. Seem a fine waste, though. You know, you ever get tired of this one, I know a guy knows a guy can make you a good sideline for a couple jobs a night. Desirable merchandise. Strictly cash in hand stuff.
[ Maybe it was the fact that Ray and Fraser had forged such a convincing disguise that did it, but the Italian didn't seem to think for a second that discussing the illegal and immoral would be a problem. He'd lowered his voice down below conversational at this point, cradled in toward Ray as though imparting deep, valuable insight. But even so, in the case of the cash in hand comment, Fraser had literally no idea what he was talking about. He'd have to remember to ask Ray once they were out. ]
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At Ray's feet, Fraser settles, getting some semblance of control back over his jealousy. There was no potential for abandonment here. Ray was his partner, and back where Fraser came from that meant something. It meant seeking each other out over flowing ice and against battering snowstorms if there was even the chance of their being in trouble. Ray has done as much for him. Maybe without the snowstorms, but as close as.
He inclined his head slightly, and let his hands come up, folding instead across the top of Ray's knee. Underneath the palm of his other hand, out of sight, he circled his own thumb, offering Ray the same reassurance. He knew this was difficult, but he was doing well. Very smooth. ]
Half your problem's how much you let him get away with. You put down iron clad rules that what you say goes, and--well. Self preservation don't come into it any more, you know what I mean?
[ The hairs on the back of Fraser's neck prickled. A new line of inquiry came to mind, and a particularly grim one at that. He swallowed carefully, then deliberately closed his eyes and pretended that he wasn't listening. ]
And if all else fails I guess you could pop 'em. Seem a fine waste, though. You know, you ever get tired of this one, I know a guy knows a guy can make you a good sideline for a couple jobs a night. Desirable merchandise. Strictly cash in hand stuff.
[ Maybe it was the fact that Ray and Fraser had forged such a convincing disguise that did it, but the Italian didn't seem to think for a second that discussing the illegal and immoral would be a problem. He'd lowered his voice down below conversational at this point, cradled in toward Ray as though imparting deep, valuable insight. But even so, in the case of the cash in hand comment, Fraser had literally no idea what he was talking about. He'd have to remember to ask Ray once they were out. ]