[While Fraser's holding that kiss to his lips like it's some sort of prize, Ray's hand shoots to his mouth for totally different reasons. It's the back of his hand that presses to his lips first, withdrawing seconds later to get glanced at like he's just been punched and is expecting to see blood. Satisfied he's not bleeding or diseased, he opts for scrubbing at his mouth with the meat of his palm like he's a kid in the playground afraid of cooties. Because he's mature. So fuck you.
It's not so much that he hates the idea of it, or even that he minds the possibility of Fraser cooties. It's just that something as intimate as a kiss must be break some kind of ancient friend code set out by the buddy Gods. It can't be accepted practice for two best friends to be kissing one another, especially not in a bedroom, and especially not when one of them isn't even in his right mind.
Ray supposes he should be flattered, but humouring his friend won't help his mental state any. Not... that he would humour him with something like kissing. Probably not. There really must be some code against it.]
You... think feelin's for me have made you lose it?
[As absurd as that sounds, it's the only lead they've got right now, and he's willing to play with the concept so long as Fraser didn't leave the room. The last thing Ray needed was running around Chicago trying to find his deluded partner.]
Listen, Fraser, I'm uh, I'm really not qualified to judge, okay? I mean. We're buddies. Good buddies. We do a lotta stuff together and spend a lotta time together. I like bein' around you, pal and I guess. I guess I love you- as a friend. [Come to think of it, Ray really doesn't think he'd be the same person without Benton around. Not any more. Losing Fraser would be like the ultimate break up, worse than his and Stella's. At least he only saw Stella after work, usually, but with the Mountie it was in and out of work and everything in between. Without Benton in his life he'd have virtually nothing left to occupy his time, and that was a depressing thought to linger on.]
Maybe you just uh. Maybe it works different in Canada or somethin', I dunno.
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It's not so much that he hates the idea of it, or even that he minds the possibility of Fraser cooties. It's just that something as intimate as a kiss must be break some kind of ancient friend code set out by the buddy Gods. It can't be accepted practice for two best friends to be kissing one another, especially not in a bedroom, and especially not when one of them isn't even in his right mind.
Ray supposes he should be flattered, but humouring his friend won't help his mental state any. Not... that he would humour him with something like kissing. Probably not. There really must be some code against it.]
You... think feelin's for me have made you lose it?
[As absurd as that sounds, it's the only lead they've got right now, and he's willing to play with the concept so long as Fraser didn't leave the room. The last thing Ray needed was running around Chicago trying to find his deluded partner.]
Listen, Fraser, I'm uh, I'm really not qualified to judge, okay? I mean. We're buddies. Good buddies. We do a lotta stuff together and spend a lotta time together. I like bein' around you, pal and I guess. I guess I love you- as a friend. [Come to think of it, Ray really doesn't think he'd be the same person without Benton around. Not any more. Losing Fraser would be like the ultimate break up, worse than his and Stella's. At least he only saw Stella after work, usually, but with the Mountie it was in and out of work and everything in between. Without Benton in his life he'd have virtually nothing left to occupy his time, and that was a depressing thought to linger on.]
Maybe you just uh. Maybe it works different in Canada or somethin', I dunno.