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[understood]

[Westward from the Davis Strait...]

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[understood]

[Somehow that's the thing that surprises him. That takes him aback. The other night, when Inspector Thatcher interrupted them, Fraser had been telling Ray that no matter if his father and Buck Frobisher didn't see each other for months, they always knew they were partners. Of course, he said it to apply the same thing to himself and to Ray— to let Ray know that they would still be partners, even if Fraser stayed up north and Ray went back to Chicago.

This, though... this sounds like Ray might not want to hear it.]

You can't?

[shakebadguysshake]

I don't mean it as some weird codependent thing. Like I could survive on my own without you. Maybe not out here, I kinda need your help for that, but I mean like.

[He sighs and munches on his -- meat bar thing while he thinks] Like if you went on vacation, that'd be fine. I can handle cases on my own no problem. But I work better with you, and I'd be relieved when you got back.

[understood]

I see.

[He smiles, but he feels unaccountably disappointed, which makes absolutely no sense.]

[shakebadguysshake]

... right. [Something feels incomplete. Or unsaid. But he's not entirely sure what, or how. It just feels like something's... missing, somehow.]

So we should probably think about gettin' ready to bed down and whatnot. Any special Mountie tricks you wanna share there?

[understood]

Get in the shelter and get into your sleeping bag?

[shakebadguysshake]

Hardy ha ha. [He rolls his eyes and snags another handful of trail mix before he tucks it away, then goes to start setting up his sleeping bag.] I just meant, smartypants, you got any Mountie secrets to not turning into a popsicle overnight.

[understood]

Well, there is the common sense solution of sharing body heat.