[The heater in the car wasn't exactly any match for modern day cars, but it did the job well enough. It was a little too warm for Ray, if he was honest, but he wasn't the one in nothing but a robe. The things he puts up with for the sake of his friend. He deserves a medal or something for putting up with constant bullshit and having to deal with a Canadian in day to day life.
Ray's reassured that Fraser doesn't look totally insane, at the very least. He half expected his friend to be rambling mindlessly or shouting at the guards considering their tales of how they'd found him. At the moment Fraser just looked cold and maybe a little lost, and it makes Ray exceptionally glad that they called him before the shrink.]
Sure. Although uh. We'll go back to mine, yeah? No point going back to the Consulate at this hour, not if we don't want the Ice Queen hearin' about all this.
[This is the sort of thing Fraser could lose his job over, after all, even if Thatcher does seem to have a soft spot for the guy.
Either way, Ray doesn't wait to hear of an agreement or not, instead facing forward and reversing the car out before pulling away into the barely lit streets of Chicago. It's not a long drive, but Ray can't do it in silence, not when Fraser's hunched like that and somehow making Ray feel responsible. He should have been there for his friend, somehow, rather than drop him off at the Consulate alone. There was something wrong. There had to be for Fraser to get this drunk and go crazy in a park, and it's Ray's fault for not picking up on it. Some partner he was if he couldn't even tell when his friend was in need.]
Hey, it'll be alright. You probably just need a good nights sleep, that's all. I can call in for you in the mornin' if you need, tell them you'll be in late or uh, not at all. Heh. I've had nights where I can't even remember where I live. It's nothin' new.
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Ray's reassured that Fraser doesn't look totally insane, at the very least. He half expected his friend to be rambling mindlessly or shouting at the guards considering their tales of how they'd found him. At the moment Fraser just looked cold and maybe a little lost, and it makes Ray exceptionally glad that they called him before the shrink.]
Sure. Although uh. We'll go back to mine, yeah? No point going back to the Consulate at this hour, not if we don't want the Ice Queen hearin' about all this.
[This is the sort of thing Fraser could lose his job over, after all, even if Thatcher does seem to have a soft spot for the guy.
Either way, Ray doesn't wait to hear of an agreement or not, instead facing forward and reversing the car out before pulling away into the barely lit streets of Chicago. It's not a long drive, but Ray can't do it in silence, not when Fraser's hunched like that and somehow making Ray feel responsible. He should have been there for his friend, somehow, rather than drop him off at the Consulate alone. There was something wrong. There had to be for Fraser to get this drunk and go crazy in a park, and it's Ray's fault for not picking up on it. Some partner he was if he couldn't even tell when his friend was in need.]
Hey, it'll be alright. You probably just need a good nights sleep, that's all. I can call in for you in the mornin' if you need, tell them you'll be in late or uh, not at all. Heh. I've had nights where I can't even remember where I live. It's nothin' new.