29 January 2015 @ 12:51 pm
[For Ray]  
Seven plus years of history came flooding back to him in a matter of moments. When it was over, all Asher could think was that he really fucking hated this place. After that initial thought, all he can think about is Ray and the twins.

That ring - Ray's ring, he knew that now - just like Onyx, it had been in the apartment the day he'd arrived, but he hadn't paid it any mind. Not until tonight. He wasn't sure what made him give the thing a second glance today, but he did. A second glance, a slip onto his finger and he was slammed with some weird vertigo-like sensation that nearly knocked him clear off his feet. When it was over, he remembered everything. How things ended back home - for him, at least - and the past seven years on the island; he remembered all of it. His first day there, in the city, and how he acted towards Ray and the twins, too.

Once he thought it was all in there and that there wasn't anymore of the freaky picture show left to flash in his head, he'd tracked down the number in the directory and text Ray. He could have called, he probably should have called, but what the fuck would he have said? He just needed his address, he could figure out the rest on the way there. Or that had been the plan, anyway.

Standing just outside the door, now, he was still just as clueless as before. Was he supposed to apologize? That's not something he did often. Never mind the fact that he was just the innocent victim of circumstance in this instance.

With an agitated growl at the back of his throat, Asher finally knocked lightly. He didn't want to wake Daniel and Celia if they were asleep. Then again, Ray was probably less likely to hit him if they were awake.
 
 
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Ray Vecchio: Maybe I'm Just Depressed[personal profile] speakscanadian on February 1st, 2015 02:08 am (UTC)
"Don't thank me. Jesus." Ray dug his fingers into his eyes, pressing hard for a long moment before pinching the bridge of his nose. He wasn't a babysitter and he didn't want or need gratitude for exhibiting basic parenting skills.

"I'm not blaming you. I'm sorry if that's how it sounds. I'm just..." He heaved a heavy sigh, too done in to argue. "C'mere. Please?"
asher_talos: This number has been disconnected.[personal profile] asher_talos on February 1st, 2015 03:01 am (UTC)
"You can't have it both ways," Asher said with a scowl. Why bitch about how difficult Daniel and Celia were to deal with alone, only to then bitch about being thanked for doing it? Two weeks out of it and clearly nothing had really changed. He understood Ray about as much as he would have understood some alien language.

Stubbornly, he stood his ground.
Ray Vecchio[personal profile] speakscanadian on February 1st, 2015 02:39 pm (UTC)
Ray wasn't unused to having to back down for the sake of a quiet life. It turned out growing up in a house full of women was actually pretty good training ground for living with Asher.

"I'm just tired," he admitted, tilting his head a little and approaching Asher like he would do a cornered perp who might bolt any second. "And relieved. And regretting not taking you up on the offer a strip search."
asher_talos: Standoffish.[personal profile] asher_talos on February 1st, 2015 04:08 pm (UTC)
"So go to sleep," he suggested flatly. Any sympathy he might have had for Ray was gone now. He did still have his gratitude, though, but he'd already made it clear he didn't want that. "Alone."
Ray Vecchio: Uh Huh...[personal profile] speakscanadian on February 1st, 2015 06:10 pm (UTC)
"You sure?" Ray asked evenly, stopping directly in front of him and holding his gaze. If he was going to sleep by himself for another night, then he wanted it to be absolutely clear that that was Asher's choice, not his.
asher_talos: pic#1346300[personal profile] asher_talos on February 1st, 2015 06:27 pm (UTC)
"I'm not playing this fucking game with you, Vecchio. I'm not," Asher warned. For someone who claimed to be so exhausted, Ray still had enough energy left in him to piss him off. "You said you got used to it. Don't let me impose."
Ray Vecchio: Now Tell Me What Really Happened[personal profile] speakscanadian on February 1st, 2015 06:38 pm (UTC)
"I also said I was sorry," Ray reminded him, wondering whether Asher still had a touch of forgetfulness lingering around in there. "There's no game. There's just me saying if you wanna stay, stay."
asher_talos: pic#1346326[personal profile] asher_talos on February 1st, 2015 07:20 pm (UTC)
"I was never planning on leaving, but thanks for the assumption." If Ray had wanted him gone he was going to have to call an actual cop that did actual cop work, because that would have been the only way to make him leave.
Ray Vecchio: Red Suits You[personal profile] speakscanadian on February 1st, 2015 07:59 pm (UTC)
Ray dropped his head back to the ceiling, grinding his teeth. "I missed this."

Sarcasm couldn't make things worse, could it? Maybe the puff of laughter that came afterwards could but Ray wasn't able to help himself. This wasn't how he'd envisioned a reunion going. He pressed a palm over his mouth and looked back down at Asher. "We only have a sofa bed."
asher_talos: Acute.[personal profile] asher_talos on February 1st, 2015 08:38 pm (UTC)
"I didn't." Even if he could have remembered this, he wouldn't have missed it. "And you only have a sofa bed," Asher corrected. He'd sooner sleep on the floor in the twins' room than out there on the couch with Ray.
Ray Vecchio: That Was A Tree[personal profile] speakscanadian on February 1st, 2015 08:49 pm (UTC)
"Alright," Ray relented, giving Asher's midriff a pat as he moved past him toward the couch. If being a stubborn jerk and holding a grudge for no reason made him happier than pushing past the ill-feeling, far be it from Ray to stop him. "Knock yourself out, pal. I'm hittin' the hay."
asher_talos: Standoffish.[personal profile] asher_talos on February 1st, 2015 09:01 pm (UTC)
"I hope it hits back," Asher muttered under his breath, rolling his shoulders over in their sockets to disperse some of the tension.

It was going to be a long fucking night.