->Arrow

*still mostly incoherent*

I read this last night and there was fretting, and whimpering, and maybe even a forlorn Nooooooooooooooooooooo! and I felt like Dief, all torn between them (and maybe secretly wanting to bite them both on the ass) because it was just so painful and so them. Both of them panicking, and handling it so differently and confusing the other guy, both of them expecting the worst because from experience, that's what happens. And the part in the pub where Ray looks, and Fraser for once lets somebody see how torn up he is, and how he's the one raging and punching at walls while Ray's trying desperately to figure things out in his brain.

Guh. Nrgh. *flail*

And here, here:

Now too far is staring him in the face, is closing his eyes and turning away—is going to walk out the door, right now. Right now.

Ray grabs Fraser's arm just above the elbow. Hard muscle there tenses up, bunches up, and for a second Ray is worried Fraser will just spin around and pop him one. Like out there on the lake.

But Fraser doesn't move, and suddenly Ray realizes he's waiting to follow Ray's lead on this. This time Fraser will follow, if Ray can just—

was OMG such an awful moment of torment, because it could have teetered either way, they were that precariously balanced (even though, okay, you did say there was porn so I had that wee extra bit of hope for a happy ending) and then the entire final scene, with the pushing and pushing away and the fighting-hot intensity of that, balanced out by waking up with Dief snoring in the corner and everything right with the world...

It takes a lot out of a poor fangirl, you know?

Love this. Love you. And in celebration of both, today I think I will wear the t-shirt you gave me. Hee! :D