A Welcome Visitor

[fixerfortherich]

Ray's not sure how long he's been in there. The days all felt like one long eternity, spent either lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling or sitting in the lounge and thinking about everything. His thoughts weren't exactly the happiest kind. Not to mention how vulnerable he feels inside his own head.

But in the midst of all the dark, one person keeps popping up. Someone he hasn't seen in a long time and regrets not reaching out to sooner.

He sits in the lounge that afternoon and watches the nurses and patients passing by. He's not really in the mood for much else.

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[candokid]

"So what're you gonna do about it?"

Because it's one thing to come clean and another entirely to do something about it. Since Abby's death, Charlie'd at least noticed a change in Ray. A sort of melancholy. Ray already had issues up the fucking wazoo-- it didn't take a genius to believe he needed help.

And now, after telling Charlie all this, well. Now he thinks Ray needs help more than he ever has.

"You gonna stay? Let 'em help?"

[fixerfortherich]

"Face up to the facts is what I'm gonna do."

He's done running away from his problems. He's done lashing out at the nearest person. If spending a little longer in this place is what it takes, Ray was willing to compromise.

"I'll stay. I can be a stubborn bastard, but this time I'm gonna give in. There's too much at stake."

[candokid]

Charlie smiles immediately.

Then, somewhat embarrassed, he dips his head and clears his throat, a hand moving up to rub over his mouth. "Oh, yeah?" he says, furiously trying to keep it casual and failing remarkably. The pride in his eyes is unmistakable.

"You're... really? You're doing it?"

[fixerfortherich]

Charlie's reaction was all the encouragement he needed to stick to his decision. A small smile tugged at the corners of his own lips, a rare sight lately.

"If it means I get to see more of that smile of yours, sure." He's teasing him a little. "It'll be a long tough road but I've been through some really bad shit already, so.." The thought brings back the seriousness on Ray's face and he averts his gaze for a moment.

[candokid]

The teasing's unexpected. The teasing is-- well, it's not something Charlie expects, and it makes his face get a little warm in both pleasure and surprise.

But he reaches his hand out, clearly intending for Ray to take it. He grins, wide and honest. "You're the toughest motherfucker I know, Donovan.

"You just gotta want to be better and I promise, promise, you'll have people to help you out."

[fixerfortherich]

Ray's not sure where it all is coming from, but he has a hunch it's something to do with Charlie in particular. He always had that way of cracking the fixer's tough exterior.

"I'll work damn hard at it." He murmurs while reaching to take Charlie's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. It feels good having that physical contact. "It's gonna hurt like hell facing everything but I have to... I have to."

[candokid]

Ray might be making it sound a lot more dramatic than it actually is, but it's already an improvement to changing the subject every time it came up. Charlie's lips curve into a smile, and he nods a few times in agreement, in a sign that he believes him; Ray is nothing if not a man of his word.

"Good." He wants to link their fingers together, to interlock them, but holds back. Probably best to just hold it like this. Probably not as suspicious, at any rate.

"You got a doctor here? They got someone legit, right?"

[fixerfortherich]

Ray chuckles, realizing how dramatic it all may sound. It truly is refreshing not changing the subject all the time and actually talking about it.

"Sure. They know what they're doing here." Ray's finding it hard to not make their hands more intimately entwined, but he knows he has to. For now. "It's up to me now. Can't be making excuses and acting self-destructive all my life, right? I'm 51."

[candokid]

"Jesus," Charlie groans. "Don't remind me how old I am, all right?"

One last squeeze and then he pulls his hand away, settling a little easier into his seat when he's done. "Do you... do you want me visiting?"

[fixerfortherich]

"Sorry," Ray chuckles. "Don't feel like remindin' myself either."

He nods easily. "I'd really like it if you came around whenever y'can. Seeing you would cheer this troubled bastard up a whole lot."

He leans back again, looking around the room. That's when a thought occurred to him. "How did you know I was here?"

[candokid]

Though it's surprising to hear Ray admit to wanting to see him somewhat regularly (and Charlie's heart kind of skips a beat there, but literally who the fuck cares?), the question of how he knew is a little embarrassing. "Uh..." Because how does he say he has Bridget's phone number? He'd say it wasn't his fault-- Max found her on Instagram and whatever, they came to visit sometimes-- but then it isn't like Ray isn't letting him speak to his daughter, right?

Or so Charlie presumes.

He rubs the side of his jaw. "...I heard from Bridget."

[fixerfortherich]

He'd welcome Charlie with open arms, if and when he comes to visit. It can easily get lonely in a place like this.

"Oh? Bridge does like your kid a lot, so I'm not surprised you two are talkin' too." There's still some fences to be mended there but Ray knows she'll talk to him again one day. No one's blaming her for being pissed. "How was she? When she uh.. told you."

[candokid]

Charlie's expression tightens just a bit. His brows furrow as he dips his head. "Not happy, I guess."

But it isn't his place to elaborate.

"You'll have to call her yourself." He looks back up, and the look in his eyes says something along the lines of you gotta do it. "...finding out your dad's in a mental institution's kind of a big blow."

[fixerfortherich]

"Yeah, no shit...," Ray sighs, feeling bad for hurting his daughter yet again. It's finally time for him to man up and see this through. No more excuses, no more unhealthy behaviour. "I'll call her. We'll talk about this.. I'm done fuckin' destroying everything I touch."

[candokid]

"Hey, that's..." Not inaccurate, truthfully, but Charlie isn't sure beating himself up is the answer.

He smiles slightly. Gives Ray's hand a squeeze. "...you're doin' great. It's gonna be great.

"And I'm proud, all right?"

[fixerfortherich]

"Hearing that means more than you'll ever know." Ray gives him a small smile and a nod, squeezing his hand in return. "I'll make this count, I promise you." It will be a long road to recovery but Ray's not about to turn back this time. There's too much on the line.