[At first he's not sure Fraser's taking this seriously. The laughter and the turn away isn't exactly reassuring Ray that his friend is listening, but he carries on regardless. He wants Fraser to know that he's there for him. Needs him to know, because they've both been through far too much to just give up at the slightest sign of any weakness on either side. They'd already seen one another at some of their lowest points and if this was a low point for Fraser then that was something that can be dealt with and solved.
If it couldn't be solved, it could certainly be catered to. A little bit of memory loss of insanity is nothing between friends, especially not buddies. Perhaps it was merely the city getting to Fraser. He does return to parks for a vague reminder of the wild, so it could be that his 'episode' in the park that night had merely been some over-exaggerated return to the wild. It might be that he'd been in the city for too long and needed to go out North again. That could be arranged. That was no big deal, if only he'd ask for it.
Ray's not a psychic, after all.
If he were, he might have seen what was coming. As it is, having the other reach out for him isn't something he'd ever expected. The hand at his jaw feels too personal and he's not sure if it's the touch alone or the look he's getting; concerned? Guilty? Possibly even admiration? It's unusual, even for a pair that have little issue with personal space.
He doesn't move though, not while that hand remains, brows merely furrowing as he flickers his gaze down before locking it back with Fraser's and listening curiously to the words spoken. He's not sure of it's meaning but that's nothing new. It's the thumb that finally gets him shifting, head tilting back just slightly away from the hand to get the smallest bit of distance from it so long as it doesn't follow the movement.]
You uh. You don't gotta make anything up to me, Fraser. [Maybe if he just pretended that didn't happen. Just keep talking.] It's fine. It's cool. A-okay. If you don't remember what happened, then we don't worry about it. We just gotta get you rested and hope that brain of yours starts workin' properly again.
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If it couldn't be solved, it could certainly be catered to. A little bit of memory loss of insanity is nothing between friends, especially not buddies. Perhaps it was merely the city getting to Fraser. He does return to parks for a vague reminder of the wild, so it could be that his 'episode' in the park that night had merely been some over-exaggerated return to the wild. It might be that he'd been in the city for too long and needed to go out North again. That could be arranged. That was no big deal, if only he'd ask for it.
Ray's not a psychic, after all.
If he were, he might have seen what was coming. As it is, having the other reach out for him isn't something he'd ever expected. The hand at his jaw feels too personal and he's not sure if it's the touch alone or the look he's getting; concerned? Guilty? Possibly even admiration? It's unusual, even for a pair that have little issue with personal space.
He doesn't move though, not while that hand remains, brows merely furrowing as he flickers his gaze down before locking it back with Fraser's and listening curiously to the words spoken. He's not sure of it's meaning but that's nothing new. It's the thumb that finally gets him shifting, head tilting back just slightly away from the hand to get the smallest bit of distance from it so long as it doesn't follow the movement.]
You uh. You don't gotta make anything up to me, Fraser. [Maybe if he just pretended that didn't happen. Just keep talking.] It's fine. It's cool. A-okay. If you don't remember what happened, then we don't worry about it. We just gotta get you rested and hope that brain of yours starts workin' properly again.