A silence hangs between them for several long minutes. What does a man say to a story like that? How can he convey his remorse? Once in a blue moon, Ray will have the sense to just keep his mouth shut. Now is one of those times.
When his order finally arrives, Ray has it packaged to go.
It's a fact that doesn't go unnoticed. Fraser watches his friend, as if gauging the change in the conversation's mood. He's the one who finally breaks that silence. "The answer is yes, Ray. I would." He pauses, and a smile ventures forth. "Just as long as it's not oatmeal."
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2008-01-05 04:38 am (UTC)When his order finally arrives, Ray has it packaged to go.
no subject
Date: 2008-01-05 04:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-05 05:05 am (UTC)"Stuff's nasty," he adds without reservation or tact.
no subject
Date: 2008-01-05 05:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-05 05:25 am (UTC)"Orange Ju- No. No, that's just not right, Fraser. I have a perfectly good appetite. Don't ruin it with stories of gross mixed with yuck."
no subject
Date: 2008-01-05 05:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-05 05:50 am (UTC)There's something he's forgetting. He was supposed to-
Dammit. What is he forgetting? BING BING BING BING BING LIGHT BULB.
"The latte."