Otherwise, it's like... I'm Claire! I'm an innocent bystander!
Sometimes, Ray thought, Fraser was just the most passive-agressive son of a bitch he'd ever met.
And, you know, considering the Catholic, Polish and pretending-to-be-Italian things, that was saying something.
It was times like this that - much as he wasn't too keen on admitting the fact - he could kinda understand that whole 'crime of passion' concept. Because, however much he'd sworn to never take his fists to Fraser again, not after the last time, sometimes it would've been so goddamned satisfying to just take a frying pan to that thick Canadian skull and let physics do the rest. Not, of course, that this had stopped the volume and content of his complaining directly to Fraser - fact of the matter was, he was up to about seven "Swear to God, Fraser, I will kick you right in the head"s a day by this point, and that kinda habit got you way less in the way of willing women than any kind of smoking ever had, more's the pity. And not, of course, that he was going to dwell too much on the fact that, generally speaking, crimes of passion tended to be either against or because of something to do with a partner- with a lover, that was. Not a, you know, partner. Not Ray and Fraser's kind of partners.
That thing he did with his mouth underneath the ol' Lake-they-call-Superior aside, of course.
But Ray was very carefully not thinking about that - ever, and certainly not late at night when he was alone and there was nothing on tv and nothing much to do but think. And it certainly had nothing to do with Ray's growing desire to shove the man into the lake at the first opportunity that presented itself.
No, it was nothing more or less than the fact that Fraser was - and he had sworn affidavits from Huey at least, who'd vouched for Vecchio saying the same thing, and who was in character now, huh? - quite simply the most annoying man alive.
He never shut up- well, not when you needed him to, anyway, and he was always right, which was infuriating, and plus there was that way he kept licking things and all grossness aside, it was contaminating the evidence and Ray'd had an earful from the coroner one time too many to let that slide again. Though, of course, he had to admit that it usually did end up with them taking down the bad guys sooner rather than later. Which the Lieu at least was sure in favour of.
None of which helped him out much when he--
ARGH. I don't know why he's mad. So stuck. This is so annoying. But Dave Matthews is calming me down, reminds me of the Staples centre and clinging to Cheryl because this song was kicking my chest in (and now it's kinda of a comfort. Go figure.) And older Coldplay, too. Hooray for blood-pressure-lowering music (because, um, ow with the chest. Stupid psychosomasis or however you'd parse that word to make it a noun and not, yannow, something that sounds like Indian pastries.)
Mmm, The Grey Havens. Which sort of inevitably leads my brain back to I'm glad you're with me here, at the end of all things. That is friendship, damnit. I have to admit, generally with Return of the King I tend to be far more invested in everyone BUT Sam and Frodo (not sure why, I just am, despite them being sort of the more crucial for the fate of the middle-earth, really) but that scene absolutely guts me, every time. It's just so beautiful and right. Faith and loyalty in the face of such awful, overwhelming events. I have nothing but admiration for Samwise Gamgee.
...even if occasionally I am wont to yelp things like "Goonies never say die!" Heh.
GIP by me, an icon I've been meaning to make especially since Charlie uses this line on me alllllll the time.