[Ray spares only the occasional look back to his friend, more so to check he's not going to throw up on the interior of his car than anything else. And okay, maybe just the slightest concern for his well being, but the GTO's interior is really damn important too. He doesn't even want to think how much it would cost to get vomit cleaned off, and if that didn't work? Re-upholstery? His dad would kill him for that. They'd spent too long together getting it done right the first time around, what with genuine fabric from the right era and carefully trying to install it.
He does catch that smile though, and returns it with his own brief flash of one before darting his attention back to the road, merely nodding at the acceptance of him calling out. He's certain Fraser would do the same for him. And maybe that's it, maybe that's why Ray is being nice, because Fraser's an awful (or good, he supposes) influence when it comes to politeness and goodness and all of that shit. It wouldn't be too much of a bother though, not if he called in before the Ice Queen started work and spoke to Turnbull about it. Turnbull may be odd, but he was still a hell of a lot easier to communicate with than Thatcher was, especially if it involved her Golden Boy having time off.
They're not far off home by the time Fraser pipes up again, and if there is any conspiracy going on, Ray's certainly not privy to it.]
Doubt I'll be able to get back to sleep anyways.
[Which sounds like a yes. Welsh would likely let him come in on a later shift if he needed it, or take a sick day. Wasn't many cases on his plate, after all. Maybe that's why Fraser got drunk... boredom. Ray sure can't blame him for that one.
And here they are, home again, home again, jiggety jig, as the Pontiac is parked up and Ray slinks out into the night air, peering back at the passenger side. The apartment door is thankfully close, especially considering the lack of shoes or clothing Fraser seems to have, but if he can manage the walk through the hallways, he'll soon have some clothes provided.
When they do get to his door Ray fumbles with the lock tiredly for a second before stepping in, flicking the light on (several neon signs stuck about the apartment still burning bright) and holding the door open for the other. It's a typical bachelor pad, a retro theme running throughout and organised mess throughout, but Fraser already knew that, didn't he?]
I'll go grab you some stuff to wear. [And then calling back as he retreats.] You uh, y'want a coffee or anythin'?
[Fraser might be a size or two bigger, but Ray's sure he can dig up some work out gear or some such that'll have some give in it.]
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He does catch that smile though, and returns it with his own brief flash of one before darting his attention back to the road, merely nodding at the acceptance of him calling out. He's certain Fraser would do the same for him. And maybe that's it, maybe that's why Ray is being nice, because Fraser's an awful (or good, he supposes) influence when it comes to politeness and goodness and all of that shit. It wouldn't be too much of a bother though, not if he called in before the Ice Queen started work and spoke to Turnbull about it. Turnbull may be odd, but he was still a hell of a lot easier to communicate with than Thatcher was, especially if it involved her Golden Boy having time off.
They're not far off home by the time Fraser pipes up again, and if there is any conspiracy going on, Ray's certainly not privy to it.]
Doubt I'll be able to get back to sleep anyways.
[Which sounds like a yes. Welsh would likely let him come in on a later shift if he needed it, or take a sick day. Wasn't many cases on his plate, after all. Maybe that's why Fraser got drunk... boredom. Ray sure can't blame him for that one.
And here they are, home again, home again, jiggety jig, as the Pontiac is parked up and Ray slinks out into the night air, peering back at the passenger side. The apartment door is thankfully close, especially considering the lack of shoes or clothing Fraser seems to have, but if he can manage the walk through the hallways, he'll soon have some clothes provided.
When they do get to his door Ray fumbles with the lock tiredly for a second before stepping in, flicking the light on (several neon signs stuck about the apartment still burning bright) and holding the door open for the other. It's a typical bachelor pad, a retro theme running throughout and organised mess throughout, but Fraser already knew that, didn't he?]
I'll go grab you some stuff to wear. [And then calling back as he retreats.] You uh, y'want a coffee or anythin'?
[Fraser might be a size or two bigger, but Ray's sure he can dig up some work out gear or some such that'll have some give in it.]