<blockquote>Ray cracks up a little as he pulls up outside the Canadian Consulate. He’d woken up on the 1979 side of the bed this morning and emptied a box of his old mixtapes out onto the passenger seat before coming to pick Fraser up for work. Mostly he’s laughing at himself because he’s thirty-fuckin’-six years old and he’s still listening to Too Drunk To Fuck. Plus, waiting outside the Consulate in the GTO is way too similar to waiting round the corner from Stella’s parents’ house to take her out after school. Give him another twenty years and he’ll be even more of a weirdo: ex-punk, ex-cop, still probably with experimental hair, Jesus --</blockquote>
➤ and now I'm all nostalgic for my due south days
