[If Fraser had voiced his hidden jealousies, Ray would have laughed them off in an instant anyway. The idea of him and Fran hooking up is beyond ridiculous. Sure there'd been that brief time when he'd found her attractive, but that was before Ray had found out she was bat shit crazy and a Mountie stalker, not to mention he can never un-see her as a sisterly role now. Fraser didn't have to worry about that. If Ray was going to go for anyone, it'd be some girl he's never met before and therefore never has to see her again after the wedding.]
Nothin' to tell. Was just a drunken thing.
[If he told Fraser all the weird shit that's happened when he's been drunk, they'd be talking for a looong time.
As they turn into the drive way, Ray slows right down, careful of the abuse the gravel would do to his poor Pontiac. He supposes a few nicks would give him and his father something to refine when he got back, but he'd really rather keep the paint job free from too much abuse. When he does finally crawl the car up to the entrance, he stills, switching the engine off but staying right where he is.
Just being there was making it all too real, the tell-tale white and cream decorations bringing home the memories of weddings gone by. Of his. With Stella. The woman now getting married to another.
Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he shouldn't have come after all. Maybe...]
Uh?
[It's only the voice of Fraser that draws him out of his thoughts, jerking his head towards the passenger side and staring blankly for a moment.]
Sure. Sure. I uh. I'll just. Yeah.
[Slowly, ever so slowly, he opens up the door and drags himself out with what looks like far too much effort, his body as reluctant as his mind.
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Nothin' to tell. Was just a drunken thing.
[If he told Fraser all the weird shit that's happened when he's been drunk, they'd be talking for a looong time.
As they turn into the drive way, Ray slows right down, careful of the abuse the gravel would do to his poor Pontiac. He supposes a few nicks would give him and his father something to refine when he got back, but he'd really rather keep the paint job free from too much abuse. When he does finally crawl the car up to the entrance, he stills, switching the engine off but staying right where he is.
Just being there was making it all too real, the tell-tale white and cream decorations bringing home the memories of weddings gone by. Of his. With Stella. The woman now getting married to another.
Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he shouldn't have come after all. Maybe...]
Uh?
[It's only the voice of Fraser that draws him out of his thoughts, jerking his head towards the passenger side and staring blankly for a moment.]
Sure. Sure. I uh. I'll just. Yeah.
[Slowly, ever so slowly, he opens up the door and drags himself out with what looks like far too much effort, his body as reluctant as his mind.
Come on Kowalski, just think of the free bar.]