[ So what? She shouted after them. I just gotta clear this up cause I'm the woman? And Fraser felt awful because he was better than that. It was anti-chivalrous to go rushing away and leave Francesca to clear up after him. But he just couldn't be in there. Not with a hard-on and the taste of Ray still on his mouth and his bottom lip freshly broken open, bruises down his neck. God, she hadn't seen them in the dark, but he'd charged out into the open now, and put himself in Ray's chair - Ray Vecchio's chair - and suddenly everything about this felt wrong.
So he sat in the chair - Ray Vecchio's chair - and felt wrong, and tried to look at everything and nothing at once. The paperwork stacked on Ray's desk in neat disorder, the mugshots on the wall, one of them with a knife mark still carved into its forehead Proper Preparation Prevents Poor Performance. Hah! Yeah, he had to remember that. He'd have to remember it when he and Ray were... He licked his lips, his mind wandered...
And then Dewey was leaning over the desk with big curious eyes and Fraser jumped back several inches, startling Huey who was rustling through the file cabinet behind him.
Jesus, Fraser. You almost scared me out of my skin.
Here, Dewey said, and gestured toward his partner. You reckon he got bit by something?
He felt like a pinata. Like meat dangling on a hook in a pool. Like--like his skin was turning the same color as his suit and he couldn't control it. And at that moment Ray blundered back over forcefully and Fraser wanted so badly to change the subject that he jolted clean out of the chair - Ray Vecchio's chair - like a reprimanded soldier informed that he'd never been told to stand easy, just wait by the desk. He bruised his thighs and scared the hell out of Dewey for good measure, too.
But there was nothing he could say; the repetition of 'We'll nail him to the wall' that he'd been counting on saying suddenly was everything he didn't want to say, and he was still hard as a rock. ]
Turtles. [ Okay, so that was more in his ball court.
What? Huey too close to him, getting a look at that bruise, and Fraser sidestepped around him. Quick thinking was essential. ]
It's a turtle bite. I was bitten by Ray's turtle.
[Do turtles have teeth?
I don't know, do turtles have teeth?
And now they were bickering about whether it was a setup for a punchline or not, and Fraser looked panic stricken at his partner in earnest, trying to communicate telepathically with him: Get me the hell out of here. ]
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So he sat in the chair - Ray Vecchio's chair - and felt wrong, and tried to look at everything and nothing at once. The paperwork stacked on Ray's desk in neat disorder, the mugshots on the wall, one of them with a knife mark still carved into its forehead Proper Preparation Prevents Poor Performance. Hah! Yeah, he had to remember that. He'd have to remember it when he and Ray were... He licked his lips, his mind wandered...
And then Dewey was leaning over the desk with big curious eyes and Fraser jumped back several inches, startling Huey who was rustling through the file cabinet behind him.
Jesus, Fraser. You almost scared me out of my skin.
Here, Dewey said, and gestured toward his partner. You reckon he got bit by something?
He felt like a pinata. Like meat dangling on a hook in a pool. Like--like his skin was turning the same color as his suit and he couldn't control it. And at that moment Ray blundered back over forcefully and Fraser wanted so badly to change the subject that he jolted clean out of the chair - Ray Vecchio's chair - like a reprimanded soldier informed that he'd never been told to stand easy, just wait by the desk. He bruised his thighs and scared the hell out of Dewey for good measure, too.
But there was nothing he could say; the repetition of 'We'll nail him to the wall' that he'd been counting on saying suddenly was everything he didn't want to say, and he was still hard as a rock. ]
Turtles. [ Okay, so that was more in his ball court.
What? Huey too close to him, getting a look at that bruise, and Fraser sidestepped around him. Quick thinking was essential. ]
It's a turtle bite. I was bitten by Ray's turtle.
[Do turtles have teeth?
I don't know, do turtles have teeth?
And now they were bickering about whether it was a setup for a punchline or not, and Fraser looked panic stricken at his partner in earnest, trying to communicate telepathically with him: Get me the hell out of here. ]