[Alright, so Fraser's just going to change right there. Sure. Fine. It's not the first time they've changed in front of each other, he guesses, but Ray's keeping his gaze away anyway just for the sake of avoiding any mistaken views. Instead he looks to his coffee, reaching for it and staring deep within the mug like it'll somehow answer some of his questions about this whole weird affair, transfixed even as his friend slumps into the spot next to him.
It's the barely there drip of water against the floor that brings his attention back, throwing a look to the now dressed male beside him and taking a second to check the clothing at least vaguely fits. Seems so, even to the point that the t-shirt looks like the right size, even when pulled around slumped shoulders. ... Slump. Now that's something Fraser doesn't usually do. Ray wasn't even aware his muscles worked that way.
Not only that but Fraser's eyeing up the tea like it's poison before outright rejecting it.]
I thought you liked that stuff? Only reason I even own that crap is for you. I mean, I know it's no 'bark tea' but it's close as I can get from a seven eleven down the block.
[Ray looks back just as grimly, mug rested on a thigh as he narrows his eyes lightly against the unappreciative stare. Maybe he'd got it wrong with the tea thing. Maybe Fraser didn't like the stuff, even if Ray could swear he's seen the guy drink it on multiple occasions while politely avoiding coffee (or just as politely forcing it down). But that's just it; even if Fraser hated it, he'd still accept the offering out of gratitude. He'd still keep it close like it's some sort of precious gift even if he never drank from it, because that's what the idiot does.]
You sure you're alright, buddy?
[Please be alright. Ray doesn't think he can cope without Fraser around. What if Fraser really has gone mad? What if, for the sake of his health, Ray's forced to call the psych ward? Is that betraying his friend or helping him? Getting Benton locked up certainly didn't feel like helping him, but seeing him so drastically changed doesn't feel too helpful either.]
I mean uh. Whatever this is, this uh thing. Whatever it is, I can help. You know that, right? I wanna help, because that's what buddies do. And... and leaving someone alone at night to get drunk and chase ducks is not buddies. That's my bad. I shoulda known something was up but I missed it and that's on me, but I can make it up.
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It's the barely there drip of water against the floor that brings his attention back, throwing a look to the now dressed male beside him and taking a second to check the clothing at least vaguely fits. Seems so, even to the point that the t-shirt looks like the right size, even when pulled around slumped shoulders. ... Slump. Now that's something Fraser doesn't usually do. Ray wasn't even aware his muscles worked that way.
Not only that but Fraser's eyeing up the tea like it's poison before outright rejecting it.]
I thought you liked that stuff? Only reason I even own that crap is for you. I mean, I know it's no 'bark tea' but it's close as I can get from a seven eleven down the block.
[Ray looks back just as grimly, mug rested on a thigh as he narrows his eyes lightly against the unappreciative stare. Maybe he'd got it wrong with the tea thing. Maybe Fraser didn't like the stuff, even if Ray could swear he's seen the guy drink it on multiple occasions while politely avoiding coffee (or just as politely forcing it down). But that's just it; even if Fraser hated it, he'd still accept the offering out of gratitude. He'd still keep it close like it's some sort of precious gift even if he never drank from it, because that's what the idiot does.]
You sure you're alright, buddy?
[Please be alright. Ray doesn't think he can cope without Fraser around. What if Fraser really has gone mad? What if, for the sake of his health, Ray's forced to call the psych ward? Is that betraying his friend or helping him? Getting Benton locked up certainly didn't feel like helping him, but seeing him so drastically changed doesn't feel too helpful either.]
I mean uh. Whatever this is, this uh thing. Whatever it is, I can help. You know that, right? I wanna help, because that's what buddies do. And... and leaving someone alone at night to get drunk and chase ducks is not buddies. That's my bad. I shoulda known something was up but I missed it and that's on me, but I can make it up.