He supposes the subterfuge reached its peak shortly after what he and Ray referred to as The Extradition Incident. For a brief period of time, Ray was entirely dependent on Fraser; on his friendship, on his deductive skills. For those few days, in a way, Ray was his. It was difficult to let him go afterward, let him walk out of the consulate and back to belonging to no one but himself. Perhaps still he belonged a little bit to Stella. He always would. But not to Fraser. Nevertheless, something in Fraser persisted in trying to pull Ray back, make him dependent. Fraser had never intended to turn traitor, but once again, he found himself in the dismaying position of obsessively wanting someone he couldn't have. Surely, Fraser should have recognized the signs, by then?
And that fateful day, the day they fought and Ray demanded of him, "Why don't you listen to me?" and popped Fraser a smart one on the jaw when Fraser refused to shut up, that day Ray should not have had to remind him that he couldn't swim, before Fraser nagged him into leaping twenty-odd metres into the lake they call Michigan, thereby maneuvering Ray into the position of being rescued by Fraser, yet again. Fraser couldn't get enough of rescuing Ray. But Ray could.
Wow. This makes so much sense, in a way that it never did before, and just. Wow.
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And that fateful day, the day they fought and Ray demanded of him, "Why don't you listen to me?" and popped Fraser a smart one on the jaw when Fraser refused to shut up, that day Ray should not have had to remind him that he couldn't swim, before Fraser nagged him into leaping twenty-odd metres into the lake they call Michigan, thereby maneuvering Ray into the position of being rescued by Fraser, yet again. Fraser couldn't get enough of rescuing Ray. But Ray could.
Wow. This makes so much sense, in a way that it never did before, and just. Wow.