[Well, that sure seemed crazy. Not that Ray had much experience with it beyond Fraser's usual bouts of weirdness, but the jumping up? The head holding and the whining and the look of sheer terror? That wasn't 'normal' by any standards Ray knew of. He stares back, browns furrowing heavily down to create a deep crease between them, still concerned, still confused. What the hell had happened over night to cause this?]
Fraser...
[But too late, before Ray even managed to put his mug the whole way down, his friend had bolted to the bedroom and shut himself inside. Ray pauses long enough to blink at the sudden emptiness of the room, and then he's pushing himself to his feet and carefully approaching the bedroom door. He doesn't try to get in there, not yet, instead exhaling heavily as he presses his forward to the door and listens. Listens to make sure he can't hear his partner smashing or thumping or putting himself at risk. He doesn't care about the bedroom, there's nothing important in there.
He speaks through the door, muffled slightly by the barrier.]
Hey. I'm sorry, alright? I didn't realise--
[He didn't realise Fraser had totally lost it. He'd assumed there was some of the old Fraser mind left in there that could at least recognise his love for the outdoors, or his wolf companion or his apparent obsession with the uniform. Maybe Ray had pushed too hard.
This must be what a breakdown was. He'd heard about them plenty of times before with cops losing it and acting irrationally. This must be it. Fraser was acting odd, he'd forgotten everyone in his life and apparently couldn't even recall anything about himself. It's a worrying thought, because Ray has absolutely no clue how to solve something like this and he really isn't sure if calling someone is going to result in them dragging Fraser off for 'tests'.]
Do you... do you remember anythin'? Anything at all.
no subject
Fraser...
[But too late, before Ray even managed to put his mug the whole way down, his friend had bolted to the bedroom and shut himself inside. Ray pauses long enough to blink at the sudden emptiness of the room, and then he's pushing himself to his feet and carefully approaching the bedroom door. He doesn't try to get in there, not yet, instead exhaling heavily as he presses his forward to the door and listens. Listens to make sure he can't hear his partner smashing or thumping or putting himself at risk. He doesn't care about the bedroom, there's nothing important in there.
He speaks through the door, muffled slightly by the barrier.]
Hey. I'm sorry, alright? I didn't realise--
[He didn't realise Fraser had totally lost it. He'd assumed there was some of the old Fraser mind left in there that could at least recognise his love for the outdoors, or his wolf companion or his apparent obsession with the uniform. Maybe Ray had pushed too hard.
This must be what a breakdown was. He'd heard about them plenty of times before with cops losing it and acting irrationally. This must be it. Fraser was acting odd, he'd forgotten everyone in his life and apparently couldn't even recall anything about himself. It's a worrying thought, because Ray has absolutely no clue how to solve something like this and he really isn't sure if calling someone is going to result in them dragging Fraser off for 'tests'.]
Do you... do you remember anythin'? Anything at all.