[She's already the kind of person you take the time to listen to,
and when she really starts to speak he goes quieter than he has yet. When
he stops tapping his foot, his fingers, stops moving, it's obvious.
He's listening to her, and he's thinking about her words. He tries to
remember what he thought Fraser would be like before he met him-- he turned
out to be so different than the files said, what other people said.
She's right. He really is that guy in the red serge, willing to do
anything for his fellow man. But he's also the guy who waited in that crypt
with him, even though it wasn't all legal, because he knew it was important
to Ray; he's also the guy who will make fun of a guy so subtly no one hears
it; he's the guy who came to Chicago on the trail of the killers of his
father and remained because he pissed off the whole of fucking Canada.
He's all of that. The only thing he isn't is the guy who knows Ray. He can
live with that. And maybe he should let Fraser know that, instead of
assuming he already did.
He takes a breath, then leans back against her lovely couch and gives her a
smile. He's such a dumbass, thinking he could tell her shit.]
Re: Private
[She's already the kind of person you take the time to listen to, and when she really starts to speak he goes quieter than he has yet. When he stops tapping his foot, his fingers, stops moving, it's obvious.
He's listening to her, and he's thinking about her words. He tries to remember what he thought Fraser would be like before he met him-- he turned out to be so different than the files said, what other people said.
She's right. He really is that guy in the red serge, willing to do anything for his fellow man. But he's also the guy who waited in that crypt with him, even though it wasn't all legal, because he knew it was important to Ray; he's also the guy who will make fun of a guy so subtly no one hears it; he's the guy who came to Chicago on the trail of the killers of his father and remained because he pissed off the whole of fucking Canada.
He's all of that. The only thing he isn't is the guy who knows Ray. He can live with that. And maybe he should let Fraser know that, instead of assuming he already did.
He takes a breath, then leans back against her lovely couch and gives her a smile. He's such a dumbass, thinking he could tell her shit.]
You still think you graduated by accident?