[There was still something odd about Fraser. Off, as if the alcohol wasn't quite enough of an explanation as to why he'd been found charging around the park in nothing but his birthday suit. Or why he'd forgotten so much of all of this. Or why his hair seemed too wild, like it might be longer than normal rather than just out of place. Ray was no detective but-- oh wait, he was. That's exactly what he was, and if he can't eventually piece together some of this puzzle, he should probably be fired by his next shift. Sadly 'face twin who just happens to be in the exact same place as his other face twin' just doesn't seem like a feasible answer to all of this, and so Ray's instead left pondering what the hell could have happened to his friend between being dropped off before five last night and being arrested for drunk and disorderly.
A knock to the head still seems like the most likely explanation, even if Fraser can't remember it, but then again Fraser doesn't seem to remember quite a few important details so banging his head might be on that list. It'd happened before, after all. Stanley remembers reading about that one.]
Yes, a beer is out of the question.
[He replies with a verbal eye roll as he disappeared into his room, nodding to no one at the explanation for taking over his shower. At least Fraser seemed comfortable enough to make himself at home in the apartment. Maybe there was some familiarity after all, even if sober Fraser would never dream of such an invasion without a polite request beforehand.
Ray listens to the hiss of the shower as he searches through his drawers for clothing, distantly considering how odd it was to have someone else in his apartment. He couldn't remember the last time someone had used his shower and yet there was Fraser, very much naked and cleaning off whatever the hell he managed to get on himself.
By the time his friend emerges from the bathroom, Ray's back in the kitchen, pouring out two mugs of something as he tiredly glances up to the barely clad figure. He didn't seem too concerned with the dripping and didn't seem too concerned with averting his gaze either.]
Yeah, just over there. [A jerk of his head towards the arm of the couch where a (fairly) neatly piled stack sat. Nothing fancy, just some clean boxers, sweatpants and a t-shirt that's a few sizes too big for Ray, but it's better than a damp robe. The apartment should be warm enough for those to be sufficient for the moment.]
Hey, I found some chamomile tea at the back of the cupboard. Figured you'd want that more than coffee, huh?
[Although Ray's got a coffee for himself, thank you very much, which he brings, along with the chamomile, towards the couch, placing them both down on the coffee table and then sitting heavily back.]
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A knock to the head still seems like the most likely explanation, even if Fraser can't remember it, but then again Fraser doesn't seem to remember quite a few important details so banging his head might be on that list. It'd happened before, after all. Stanley remembers reading about that one.]
Yes, a beer is out of the question.
[He replies with a verbal eye roll as he disappeared into his room, nodding to no one at the explanation for taking over his shower. At least Fraser seemed comfortable enough to make himself at home in the apartment. Maybe there was some familiarity after all, even if sober Fraser would never dream of such an invasion without a polite request beforehand.
Ray listens to the hiss of the shower as he searches through his drawers for clothing, distantly considering how odd it was to have someone else in his apartment. He couldn't remember the last time someone had used his shower and yet there was Fraser, very much naked and cleaning off whatever the hell he managed to get on himself.
By the time his friend emerges from the bathroom, Ray's back in the kitchen, pouring out two mugs of something as he tiredly glances up to the barely clad figure. He didn't seem too concerned with the dripping and didn't seem too concerned with averting his gaze either.]
Yeah, just over there. [A jerk of his head towards the arm of the couch where a (fairly) neatly piled stack sat. Nothing fancy, just some clean boxers, sweatpants and a t-shirt that's a few sizes too big for Ray, but it's better than a damp robe. The apartment should be warm enough for those to be sufficient for the moment.]
Hey, I found some chamomile tea at the back of the cupboard. Figured you'd want that more than coffee, huh?
[Although Ray's got a coffee for himself, thank you very much, which he brings, along with the chamomile, towards the couch, placing them both down on the coffee table and then sitting heavily back.]