From Thought to Deed Two

The heedless splash of color on Ray's cheeks is tinged with blue, although not from cold or anything so prosaic. Rather, it's the reflection of the streetlight at the corner, an older fixture (mercury vapor says the reserve of trivia somewhere in the back of his brain) but that's not important right now, because though the light washes out tone and hue, making them the subject of assumption rather than sight, Fraser needs nothing more to know that he's flushed, just as Fraser is.