Date: 2008-06-26 03:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chicagomountie.livejournal.com
Which promise would that be, precisely?

Date: 2008-06-26 04:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chicagomountie.livejournal.com
Of that I have no doubt, Ray.

Date: 2008-06-26 04:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-vecchio.livejournal.com
Yeah, well... Guess it doesn't matter much anymore. I don't think she even remembers. I'm not talkin' the vows. The vows were different. The promise though- I made her a promise. I said I'd be around. There. Kid's shit. But I meant it.

Date: 2008-06-26 04:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chicagomountie.livejournal.com
I'm sure you had every intent of fulfilling that promise, Ray. And I doubt such a significant statement of that intent would be easily forgotten. In fact, when she paid that visit to your hospital bed that afternoon ...

Date: 2008-06-26 04:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-vecchio.livejournal.com
Wait. What? Go back. What visit? You didn't tell me she came by.

Date: 2008-06-26 04:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chicagomountie.livejournal.com
...

I'm sorry, Ray. I thought you were aware of her having been present, as she left behind the dreamcatcher I gifted you some time ago, and you did in fact thank me for hanging it for you. Perhaps the influence of the medications you were on at the time have somewhat hampered your recall of those events.

Date: 2008-06-26 04:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-vecchio.livejournal.com
I remember! Remember the catcher. I just thought you-

Date: 2008-06-26 04:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chicagomountie.livejournal.com
Oh.

Ah.

No, I was still somewhat incapacitated myself at the time, so the prospect of being on my feet for any prolonged length of time was out of the question.

Date: 2008-06-26 04:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chicagomountie.livejournal.com
I believe she was attempting not to disturb you, Ray. In fact, if I had not been semi-conscious at the time thanks to the effect of the analgesics wearing off, and heard her moving about the room, I doubt I would have been aware of her presence until much later myself.

Date: 2008-06-28 03:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chicagomountie.livejournal.com
I'm sorry, Ray. She said she had no desire to wake you, and ... well, you needed your rest, and frankly, considering the varied and strong medications you were under the influence of at the time, I sincerely doubted she or I would have been able to do so.

Date: 2008-06-30 06:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-vecchio.livejournal.com
I... uh... I gave her the key to my apartment. Kind of stupid. Who gives a key to their ex-wife, right? Was-

Just in case something ever-

In case she-

Date: 2008-07-01 12:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chicagomountie.livejournal.com
I don't think it was stupid, Ray. Regardless of your relationship status, she's still someone you have some considerable measure of trust in.

Date: 2008-07-01 03:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-vecchio.livejournal.com
Yeah.

Look. Do me a favor, Fraser?

Date: 2008-07-01 07:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-vecchio.livejournal.com
*fishes into his pocket for a minute and reaches out to offer Fraser something*
Edited Date: 2008-07-01 07:25 pm (UTC)

Date: 2008-07-01 11:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chicagomountie.livejournal.com
*raises his eyebrows slightly in silent query as he lifts a hand to take it*

Date: 2008-07-01 11:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-vecchio.livejournal.com
*deposits a key before turning silently to walk away*

Date: 2008-07-01 11:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chicagomountie.livejournal.com
*looks down at the key for a long moment, then closes his hand over it, his brow furrowing in confusion*

Ray ...

Date: 2008-07-01 11:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-vecchio.livejournal.com
*is already out of earshot*

Date: 2008-07-01 11:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chicagomountie.livejournal.com
*looks up, and notes this, then opens his hand and looks down at the key once more. Then he makes a brief facial shrug and tucks it safely away in the pouch on his belt, uncertain precisely just what happened, or what's been asked of him, but determined to respect it, nevertheless*

Right. Time for work.

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