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“You could at least try to act concerned that you got the shit kicked out of you,” Ray sighs as he opens up the kit, pulling out packets of gauze, tape, and antiseptic wipes. Frank merely hums in response, the alcohol and adrenaline still thrumming through him enough to keep him from formulating a real thought. He drops one of his legs off the side of the bench as he lolls his head to watch Ray move, eyes dragging across his body. Ray rolls his eyes and shifts closer, awkwardly settling between Frank’s open legs. He opens one of the wipes and grabs hold of Frank’s jaw to tilt his head to the side.
Or, Ray Toro discovers he may have a bit of a sadistic streak when it comes to his band mate and best friend, Frank Iero.
