[This is where the memory loss becomes a worry. Fraser forgetting his own name might be believable enough, perhaps even forgetting his partner in crime, but forgetting his wolf soul mate? That hardly seemed feasible. Diefenbaker was as much a part of the Mountie as the uniform or the politeness or the licking things. Forgetting any of that just didn't seem right.

But then again the uniform had already been ditched.

As had the politeness.

Maybe ditching Dief had happened too.

Jesus, Ray really needed to keep Fraser away from alcohol from now on.]

Fraser!--

[That warning tone is as much directed towards the laughter as it is the rubbing. That hand on the knee could almost have been ignored for the entirety of this, but thigh touching was just a little too intimate. Ray would have slapped that hand away if it hadn't already moved, but he's trying to look unimpressed about it all nevertheless.]

Fraser, you have a wolf. You forgot about him too? What even is the point of this game if you can't remember any of what I'm gonna say?

[This memory loss hasn't even been a few small things. It's one distinct fact after another and it's more than something alcohol should be affecting. Ray's been drunk enough to forget his name and what the hell he's doing, but by that stage he's also practically incoherent and vomiting everywhere. This wasn't high levels of drunkenness, this was... something. He's just still not sure what, but then again, he's not a doctor.]

What about the uniform? The hat? The consulate? You dad? Log cabins and the Yukon Territories and and... and all of that? You gonna drink for any of those?