Jul 28, 2014
[Ray grabs a marker and writes 'HANDS OFF' with light pressure on the back of Ryan's neck]
Ryan rolled his eyes, whining, “What did you write? I can’t see it!”
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[Ray grabs a marker and writes 'HANDS OFF' with light pressure on the back of Ryan's neck]
Ryan rolled his eyes, whining, “What did you write? I can’t see it!”
"I'm completely naked under all these clothes." //also hello
"Ray, I think we all are? I mean, it's kinda the point of wearing them."
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A week from now, Ryan's going to need to initiate a serious fucking come to Jesus meeting because he's so sick of jobs gone wrong.
But at this moment, he can't think straight, crouching next to Ray behind a car and peppering shots over it whenever he can, trying to control his breathing, trying to control himself. The police are on their ass in addition to some lesser gang that's taking the golden opportunity to come after them.
He didn't have time to wonder if there was a leak or listen to the panicky assholes over the comm. Ray was breathing heavily beside him, and Ryan wasn't sure how he was faring but the adrenaline was pumping and he needed to get his partner and get the fuck out.
There's no fear at this point. There can't be.
"C'mon, Ray, let's go!"