And yet dealing with humiliation was almost as difficult as anything that had come before. Ray hated it. He hated being seen as incapable. Hated having those scumbags laughing and joking about it all.
It was for the best that he was exhausted and stuck on a downer. He could fight this but it felt like far too much effort and something he was barely capable of right now. It'd be a waste anyway. Trying to lash out at this lot now would make the last few hours completely useless. He'd cooperated because he knew it was one of the only ways to get Fraser back to Chicago, and he'd continue to cooperate until that happened.
The vague cooperation didn't stop his lips curling into a tired snarl as Armando got near, teeth clenched at that press of lips, amazed at his own self-restraint. The fact he resists hitting that guy is a miracle, but it's all for Fraser.]
Be seein' you, scumbag.
[He mutters back, barely audible but showing enough physical compliance that he manages to make it look more like a vague agreement than any threat to the audience. Let those idiots think what they will, Armando knows that Ray would rip his head off right now if it weren't for that fucking Mountie.
And it's that fucking Mountie that has Kowalski willingly led away by Si, hunched and suitably injured for the sake of the viewers, but still ready to spring into self defence at a moments notice. There's that temptation to think about shooting the guys the second his gun is returned, or even attacking with fists if it's returned bulletless, but yet again: that fucking Mountie.
Fuck it, he'd stand on some dusty Vegas road and flag down cars if he needed to, all far the sake of Fraser.
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The worst was over.
And yet dealing with humiliation was almost as difficult as anything that had come before. Ray hated it. He hated being seen as incapable. Hated having those scumbags laughing and joking about it all.
It was for the best that he was exhausted and stuck on a downer. He could fight this but it felt like far too much effort and something he was barely capable of right now. It'd be a waste anyway. Trying to lash out at this lot now would make the last few hours completely useless. He'd cooperated because he knew it was one of the only ways to get Fraser back to Chicago, and he'd continue to cooperate until that happened.
The vague cooperation didn't stop his lips curling into a tired snarl as Armando got near, teeth clenched at that press of lips, amazed at his own self-restraint. The fact he resists hitting that guy is a miracle, but it's all for Fraser.]
Be seein' you, scumbag.
[He mutters back, barely audible but showing enough physical compliance that he manages to make it look more like a vague agreement than any threat to the audience. Let those idiots think what they will, Armando knows that Ray would rip his head off right now if it weren't for that fucking Mountie.
And it's that fucking Mountie that has Kowalski willingly led away by Si, hunched and suitably injured for the sake of the viewers, but still ready to spring into self defence at a moments notice. There's that temptation to think about shooting the guys the second his gun is returned, or even attacking with fists if it's returned bulletless, but yet again: that fucking Mountie.
Fuck it, he'd stand on some dusty Vegas road and flag down cars if he needed to, all far the sake of Fraser.
The Mountie better appreciate this.]