[Feelings were so, so hard, especially when Ray had no idea what to even think about them, or what his feelings even were for half of this. He supposes he's always had feelings for Fraser and he knows for a fact he can't imagine life without him now, but does that mean he wants him as a partner or just a... partner. If Ray considered what he looked for in a girlfriend, he supposed Fraser ticked virtually all the boxes other that 'good tits' and 'female' but how important were those two in the grand scale of a list with impossibly high expectations? He was always going to have to compromise on one or two of the points.

How can he not want a partner who's willing to have dirty thoughts about him even when sitting in a grimy interview room with a one-way mirror?]

Fraser, you're so dumb, you know that? You're my buddy. You've saved my ass more than any chick ever has. You've uh, you've been there for me more than any chick ever has. I'm not gonna find that anywhere else. I mean look at me, I'm a middle-aged flatfoot with nothin' to my name 'cept an ex-wife who hates my guts, a nice car and a turtle. You're a good guy, Fraser.

[Maybe too good. Fraser could have any one he wanted, after all.]