[Out of the three of them, Ray's more concerned for Dief than Fraser and he does spare the briefest of glances in his rear view to double check after Fraser was looking over his shoulder. The wolf didn't seem concerned, Fraser on the other hand appeared a little more tense. Not that Ray bothered to look beyond a few quick glances. He'd thought that warning would be enough to keep the Mountie quiet throughout, but really he should have known trying to shut up Fraser was virtually impossible unless actually punching him. But then there's guilt and disappointed stares and no one should have to deal with that.

As Benton starts, Ray only bothers to send him a warning glance, sharp and glaring but not lingering.

It was a fair point. One that Ray had reminded himself of numerous times. He didn't have to go. He'd even decided not to go numerous times since the invitation before changing his mind the next day. Back and forth to the point of sleepless nights the closer the wedding got. But he had to go. He's not sure why, but he had to.]

Someone needed to drive you out here, Fraser. Who else is gonna want a Mountie and wolf in their car with all their luggage, huh?

[It's an excuse he's settled with for the moment. There's plenty of other cops from the station that could've taken Fraser, sure, but not all were staying at the lodge and Ray didn't trust Fraser with any of them. And if Ray didn't go he'd be alone. Fraser was all he had left now and after spending so many months literally depending on Benton for every single part of his life, he'd admit it was hard to be away from that. Their first night back in Chicago had been an odd one, Ray barely able to sleep with all the noise outside his apartment and the empty space in the bed beside him.

Part of him wondered if maybe, just maybe, leaving Fraser with Vecchio at that wedding might somehow have Fraser never coming back.]