Fraser closed his eyes for a second. "It's a small world after all," he murmured, like it was a prayer, the corners of his mouth twitching with a stifled smile.
He paid the driver (in real American money!) and got out of the cab. Even in the lighter clothes the sun was killing him -- his arms and legs were as bright white as fluorescent lights in the sunshine.
"We'll survive," he said, even though, really, he had no compelling proof to support it.
"If Stella doesn't kill us and dispose of the bodies in the ocean?" he asked, following Fraser out of the cab. "Yeah, sure. We'll be great." He wasn't entirely sure why Stella would want to kill them, but it had seemed like the appropriate thing to say.
"Besides, less worried about me and more worried about you."
"I can handle Ray," he said, for once not using the other Ray's full name. Stella, admittedly, he was less certain about.
He started up towards the front door, finding it somehow difficult to fully believe that Ray Vecchio would really be there. It was something he'd learned not to take for granted.
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And that had meant to sound reassuring, but it came out sounding sort of forced and he smiled slightly. "I'm freaked out too," he said quietly.
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He paid the driver (in real American money!) and got out of the cab. Even in the lighter clothes the sun was killing him -- his arms and legs were as bright white as fluorescent lights in the sunshine.
"We'll survive," he said, even though, really, he had no compelling proof to support it.
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"Besides, less worried about me and more worried about you."
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He started up towards the front door, finding it somehow difficult to fully believe that Ray Vecchio would really be there. It was something he'd learned not to take for granted.
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