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[strandedseaman]

Once inside the comforting dark of the wikiup, Horatio staggered to the bed, where he sat, head in his hands, and waited. For Fraser to be gone, for Ray to come, and with a mounting dread, he waited for the wave of realisation and pain he knew was coming to hit. Every part of him felt numb apart from his fingertips, which he thrust into his hair

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[the_cop]

Ray ducked into the hut thing after seeing Fraser off, and could only stare at Horatio at first. His mouth was in a tight, grim line as he tried to think of something to say.

[strandedseaman]

Despite the fact that he was waiting, Horatio barely registered Ray's entrance at all. If anything, the tinny ringing in his ears grew louder, and Horatio began to realise he might soon throw up. "Oh," he murmured, getting to his feet on too stiff legs. It felt strangely reminiscent of seasickness.

[the_cop]

Ray caught Horatio before he could faceplant, which was how he was beginning to look, and held him. "Shh," he whispered, pressing his mouth to Horatio's ear.

[strandedseaman]

Horatio managed to get his arms around Ray's back, and he clung to him. "I don't want to cry," he said simply. He could feel it already, building just beyond the edge of conscience thought, and when it came, it would be awful. Horatio did not want to endure it anymore than he wanted Ray to be forced to witness it.