[Fraser's a good listener when he wants to be. All attentive and polite and Canadian as he shifts towards Ray that little bit more, all open and interested body language. It's nice to see, if a little odd. After all, no one listens to Ray, and how can he blame them? He's rarely got anything worth saying, Stella had told him that plenty of times in the past.

And not only does Fraser listen to Ray's rambling, he also listens to his advice, knocking that drink back with more precision and suffering just a little less for it. Ray prefers to let the alcohol linger if it's good quality stuff, let it settle against his tongue, wash up against the roof of his mouth and slip easily down his throat, but he was used to the burn and he'd rather not let his friend have to suffer through more choking fits. Especially not when he's going to carefully compliment Ray on top of it all.

This is why Fraser's always been worth keeping around despite his tendency to be really damn annoying. He's still one of the most supportive and understanding people Ray's ever encountered, and it doesn't seem to be a Canadian thing so much as a Fraser thing. He wishes he could return the favour somehow, but him trying to voice his support of his friend usually ends in awkward mumbles or poorly worded sentences that come out more offensive than appreciative, so instead he shrugs, head lowering slightly but a smile curling just barely at the corner of his lips.]

Startin' to ramble, Fraser. Sounds like we need to cut you off those bottles or you'll start spoutin' Inuit stories before the speech tonight. Pretty sure Vecchio would prefer you standin' at the aisle rather than propped up, huh?

[Although Ray's picking up what appears to be a brandy and swilling it down easily. One more for the road. Or wedding. Or whatever.]