[Well now they're both full of sads, both losing someone close to them and and left with one another. Although if Ray's entirely honest with himself, he's kind of glad to hear Vecchio may be off to Florida, it means not seeing Stella walking into the station and providing plenty of visual reminders, and not having Vecchio trying to be around Fraser. Vecchio may have seen him first, but Kowalski knows the Mountie far better than that slick, Italian bastard ever will. It takes more than taking a few bullets for the Mountie to really get to know him.

Maybe all this wouldn't be so bad after all. He's losing his wife, but he's regaining sole possession of his best friend. Not a bad trade off, even if Stella is his life long love interest. It's hard not to miss a woman you've been fawning over since you were a little kid.

So torn. And yet Fraser provides the perfect distraction when he reminds Ray of alcohol.]

Stronger than tea? You sure about that, Fraser? I mean, I'd be all over you stumblin' your way through the chapel like a klutzy toddler, but I dunno if that'd be appreciated by Vecchio.

[But even with the warning, Ray's stuffing the remainder of his current pizza slice into his mouth and sliding off the bed to go gather up those tiny bottles and, for Fraser's sake, a few tiny coke cans too.]