tiny improv
29/11/04 22:15*****
Across the fire, Ray says, “Weren’t expecting me to make it this far, huh, Fraser?”
His tone is neither defensive or challenging, but it takes Fraser by surprise. “What makes you say that?”
In Chicago, Ray would be in movement, constantly strumming with his manic energy, but up here he is almost calm – preserving his energy, perhaps, for the hard days.
Here he half-smiles. “Come on. You thought I’d last a couple days and you’d have to carry me all the way back home. Neither of us thought we’d get this far.”
“On the contrary,” says Fraser, clearing his throat. “More than anything, our partnership has shown me you have a history of rising to and meeting all challenges that come to you. My expectations for you have always been very high.”
Ray snorts and says “Yeah, I bet,” but he looks pleased even as he ducks his head back down, gazing into the flames. Fraser opens his mouth, intending to say more, but he is unable to find the right words to express himself. He stares silently at Ray’s hat, struggling with his own inadequate vocabulary.
He is still watching when Ray looks up again. Ray grins at him.
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1/12/04 23:00 (UTC)