[ The Pontiac isn't the only thing that dislikes the turn. Ray has the side door to take his weight, but Fraser can only grit his teeth and hold on to keep from swinging into his partner. Fortunately he's had an awful lot of practice. Dief, too, alert to the roadsigns as he was - Fraser wasn't sure how or when he'd taught himself to read, but it was becoming increasingly clear that that was the case - had backed himself against the driver's side so that the swinging car barely seemed to bother him at all. With one quick glance into the backseat to make sure the wolf was okay, his eyes returned to Ray. ]
[ As though by repetition he could convince himself to do it. He untensed his muscles, gingerly releasing the handle, though he didn't look anything more comfortable in the passenger seat because of it. Off duty he wore black; black shirt, blue jeans, black jacket. But his hair was as preened and under control as ever, and even in laid back clothes there was no smoothing out the rigidity just under the surface. Maybe it was the buffed boots. His outfit for the wedding was hanging in the back seat with Ray's.
He kept his eyes on the road; they turned off the freeway, slinking west again toward the glimmering inland sea that was The Lake they called Lake Michigan. All he had to do was stay quiet for the rest of the trip, right? ]
You realize of course-- [ This was it. He was either going to get the words out or Ray was going to pull over on the side of the road and smash his jaw. ] --That out of the two of us, I am the only one under any obligation to attend. You, on the other hand, are well within your rights to withhold your blessings from the happy couple.
[ Maybe he could just stay at arm's length from Ray for the rest of the day? Of course it wouldn't help when they had to share a room in the lodge together that night, but they'd slept in hateful silence of each other before, in much more cramped spaces. A shared hotel room with actual twin beds was nothing. ]
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You're driving [ He repeated, nodding sagely. ] I'm shutting up.
[ As though by repetition he could convince himself to do it. He untensed his muscles, gingerly releasing the handle, though he didn't look anything more comfortable in the passenger seat because of it. Off duty he wore black; black shirt, blue jeans, black jacket. But his hair was as preened and under control as ever, and even in laid back clothes there was no smoothing out the rigidity just under the surface. Maybe it was the buffed boots. His outfit for the wedding was hanging in the back seat with Ray's.
He kept his eyes on the road; they turned off the freeway, slinking west again toward the glimmering inland sea that was The Lake they called Lake Michigan. All he had to do was stay quiet for the rest of the trip, right? ]
You realize of course-- [ This was it. He was either going to get the words out or Ray was going to pull over on the side of the road and smash his jaw. ] --That out of the two of us, I am the only one under any obligation to attend. You, on the other hand, are well within your rights to withhold your blessings from the happy couple.
[ Maybe he could just stay at arm's length from Ray for the rest of the day? Of course it wouldn't help when they had to share a room in the lodge together that night, but they'd slept in hateful silence of each other before, in much more cramped spaces. A shared hotel room with actual twin beds was nothing. ]