"Fraser, you ever look at the stars?"
Fraser turned to look at Ray, who was standing in the middle of the PD parking lot, squinting up at the sky through his thick glasses.
"Why, yes, Ray," he answered, "I look at them every chance I get. Why do you ask?"
"The thing is," Ray said, going on as if Fraser had said nothing, "you can't really see a whole bunch of the stars 'cept the brightest of thr bright ones, living in the city, you know? I mean, you know that they're there, but you can't see 'em to prove it. Sometimes it feels like they're making the whole thing up, with stars."
"I see," replied Fraser, when he plainly didn't.
Ray turned to look at him, a crooked smile on his face. "I guess what I'm sayin' is that sometimes you can't see what's right in front of you, and you start to believe that it doesn't exist. But sometimes, when the light's right, you see it and man, but you are blinded by the sight."
Fraser kissed him then, a slow, quiet sort of kiss, out in the middle of a bunch of cars in the dead of night where anyone could see.
"I knew you'd understand me," Ray said happily when they'd parted.
Postscript:
This is my big schmoopy fandom. You'll pardon the blatant schmoopiness.
Verse five:
What are they which are but five?
Five senses, like five kings, maintain
In every man a several reign.
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