[Ray's only half listening to the one sided conversation as he shuffles out of the room and into the open plan of the apartment. There's only a few places his keys could be- who was he kidding? They could be anywhere- but he's got a general idea and starts the search.
Kitchen, lounge, coat pockets, they're all valid places to check, but he's barely even paying attention to the search as his mind drifts to other things.
Other things like the fact he's got a amnesiac guy in his apartment who looks just like Fraser but can't remember if he's even called that. And then there's the guy on the phone that he just spoke to who sounded exactly like Fraser, was at the consulate where he should be, and could easily answer Fraser-only questions without hesitation. It made little sense, and Ray's not sure he can wrap his head around it, but he needs to see for himself if this phone Fraser is some sort of imposter or...]
Uh. Not leave you, nah. I was uh. We need to go out. I know you dun wanna go out but we need to. I gotta go to the Canadian place and you should probably come with.
[He doesn't turn around at first, still fumbling through the papers and old take-out boxes on his coffee table until he locates his car keys sat under a week old newspaper. The phone is ignored, because it really can't be that important, not at this hour of the morning.]
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Kitchen, lounge, coat pockets, they're all valid places to check, but he's barely even paying attention to the search as his mind drifts to other things.
Other things like the fact he's got a amnesiac guy in his apartment who looks just like Fraser but can't remember if he's even called that. And then there's the guy on the phone that he just spoke to who sounded exactly like Fraser, was at the consulate where he should be, and could easily answer Fraser-only questions without hesitation. It made little sense, and Ray's not sure he can wrap his head around it, but he needs to see for himself if this phone Fraser is some sort of imposter or...]
Uh. Not leave you, nah. I was uh. We need to go out. I know you dun wanna go out but we need to. I gotta go to the Canadian place and you should probably come with.
[He doesn't turn around at first, still fumbling through the papers and old take-out boxes on his coffee table until he locates his car keys sat under a week old newspaper. The phone is ignored, because it really can't be that important, not at this hour of the morning.]
It's uh. It'll be revealin', I swear.