[ This was all getting very out of hand, Geoffrey thought. Maybe he was just being really oversensitive, but it seemed to him that Ray was being super emotional about something, and it probably had to do with what the other person on the phone was saying. Turnbull, he'd said.
He pulled himself up to sit crossways with Ray, if only because this way he could better study the other man's face. ]
What is it? [ He asked, softly.
But quietly, hushed, in order not to disturb Ray's conversation.
Fraser was saying: ] Well that's easy, Ray, buddy breathing, but I don't see why you feel the need to share it with Inspector Thatcher--and certainly not at such an hour as this. Is that all you wanted?
[ Geoffrey wasn't sure, but he felt like maybe - just maybe - he ought to reach out and take the phone himself, explain it to Turnbull himself. He reached up to place his hand on the back of the phone, as though to ask for it--even if he wasn't sure he actually wanted it. ]
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He pulled himself up to sit crossways with Ray, if only because this way he could better study the other man's face. ]
What is it? [ He asked, softly.
But quietly, hushed, in order not to disturb Ray's conversation.
Fraser was saying: ] Well that's easy, Ray, buddy breathing, but I don't see why you feel the need to share it with Inspector Thatcher--and certainly not at such an hour as this. Is that all you wanted?
[ Geoffrey wasn't sure, but he felt like maybe - just maybe - he ought to reach out and take the phone himself, explain it to Turnbull himself. He reached up to place his hand on the back of the phone, as though to ask for it--even if he wasn't sure he actually wanted it. ]