This is....god, it's just amazing, so sad and wrenching and beautiful. I love this, love the parallels between emotional and physical injuries, and this bit

So maybe that’s it. Maybe whatever Fraser went through all those years ago with Metcalf broke him up inside. The bruises don’t show, so instead of putting on an oversized pair of sunglasses Fraser puts on that tunic and packs up his life every morning. And he comes home at the end of the day and takes off the serge and unpacks his little bag and stays another day. But it’s all still suspended living, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

was just so damn perfect, so completely Fraser. It was one of those revelatory insight things you sometimes get in fics. Just wow. And the bit with the fingers and his mouth was just so wonderfully significant *hearts*

I am in awe *admires*