Six words, huh? Sounds like a fun idea. What the hell. Lets go for it.

[not_that_ray]

I intend to keep my promise.

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[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

Which promise would that be, precisely?

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

I said I'd be around.

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

Of that I have no doubt, Ray.

[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.

[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 ...

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Wait. What? Go back. What visit? You didn't tell me she came by.

[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.

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

I remember! Remember the catcher. I just thought you-

[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.

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

[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.

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

... Yes.

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

...

I...

I didn't know.

[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.

[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-

[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.

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

Look. Do me a favor, Fraser?

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

*fishes into his pocket for a minute and reaches out to offer Fraser something*

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

*raises his eyebrows slightly in silent query as he lifts a hand to take it*

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

*deposits a key before turning silently to walk away*

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

*looks down at the key for a long moment, then closes his hand over it, his brow furrowing in confusion*

Ray ...

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

*is already out of earshot*

[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.