For Ray

[sexualtourettes]

Fitch was at the end of his rope.

He wouldn't go as far as using the word 'desperate' (yet), but he was definitely dangerously close to hitting that mark.

Before he'd gotten to the Island, Fitch didn't think that there was another woman in existence as impossible to deal with as Jackie. And maybe there hadn't been, not back in his reality. Of course, since this reality was the one where all other realities converged, he'd found one. And, as luck would have it, she would be the only one to give him the time of day (despite her better sense of judgement, he was sure) and he'd wind up getting involved with.

He wasn't even sure what the fuck to call what it was they were doing, and his sense of self-preservation was too great, which didn't allow him to even consider asking. What he did know, was that he was in way over his head, and that he needed help.

At a loss for anywhere better to turn, Fitch had wound up at the church, seated out on the front step. He'd started to go in, but considering he was the son of lesbians in search of some sort of direction when it came to his former-vampire not-girlfriend, he couldn't make himself cross the threshold.

God was supposed to be omnipresent. If that was the case, he'd get the message, even if Fitch decided to stay outside.

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[speakscanadian]

Fraser might have been zero help when it came to matters of the heart - and Ray chose to believe that was because he was Fraser and not because he and Asher were far from normal anyway - but he was pretty damn good when it came to making things. Big surprise there.

Ray had signed up for archery classes and when it came to whittling his own arrows, he'd gone straight to Fraser. None of the sticks he'd brought with him were suitable though (big surprise there too), so he had gone in search of just the right kind. Despite an extremely detailed description from Fraser, Ray still had no clue what he was looking for, but since Fraser had gone to look as well, he wasn't that bothered.

Still, he looked like he was making an effort at least, bending down now and then to inspect a twig. Heading towards the church was an unconscious decision, propelled by the thought of shade and a place to sit indoors. It seemed like someone had had the same idea as him, but Fitch didn't look like he was enjoying it as much as Ray undoubtedly would.

He glanced up from his twig and shielded his eyes from the sun with a hand. "Did He send you out to the naughty step?"