Ask anyone, they'd tell you that Ray's wild, a little unpredictable. But, moment of truth, he's got a routine. Every morning, the alarm goes off, he lurches up, stumbles to his mr. coffee, pokes a button, stares at it a moment then stumbles (notice the trend) to the shower. When he's alive (i.e. after coffee sweetened with m&m's) he takes a couple minutes to style his hair artfully. Presto. A human being. And if you'd asked him, he would have said, no question, Fraser's also a man with a routine, a plan. So when Ray lurches up, not the sound of the alarm, but to the sound of someone knocking, he can't say who's more surprised, himself inside or Fraser outside. Now Ray's a man coffeeless, and Fraser looks like he himself doesn't know how he got there, when it's pretty obvious he walked. Ray blinks a couple of times. Fraser starts to look uncomfortable. He holds a bag out to Ray, he can smell the coffee from where he's standing.
"I guess you'd better come in,"
And morning routine kicked off the rails, but plus one Mountie, Ray shuts the door, world on the outside, Ray and Fraser on the inside.