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Even if Asher didn't realise it, Ray was just trying to help. As much as he disliked him smoking, Ray hated seeing him so stressed and unsettled all the time even more. So while he couldn't in good conscience encourage Asher to puff his merry way to cancer town, he was willing to try other options.

Even if one of those options involved him getting repeatedly hit in the head.

"Rules. Number one, nothing below the belt." Ray ducked under the ropes and into the ring. "Nothing unpleasant anyway. Rule number two, I'm walkin' outta here with all of my teeth still inside my mouth, okay? And number three," he bashed his boxing gloves against his skull, "no making fun of my head guard."

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"Worrying?" Asher echoed, rubbing at the spot Ray had just hit. "Sounds to me like maybe you need a check up from Coop. Hit me one more time and there won't be any maybes about it"

Ray huffed out a sigh just above Asher's head. "Why d'you have to make things so hard? If you're right about being fine, you get to say 'I told you so' right after seeing him."

Asher loved saying that, so Ray hoped the incentive would be enough.

"Win-win for you."

"Where's the fun if I just roll over and say yes?" Asher replied, quirking a brow. There might have been a time and a place for just that response, but this didn't seem like one of them.

Sitting back up, Ray stripped off the gloves and started to take off the head guard too.

Threats hadn't worked, nagging hadn't worked, bargaining hadn't worked and guilt-tripping hadn't either. He wasn't holding out much hope of 'fun' working after all of that but he'd try, at least.

Dropping the head guard on the floor, he rubbed his hands on Asher's stomach where he'd hit him just before.

"Fun could persuade you...?"

"Might," Asher said noncommittally, shrugging a shoulder.

"Or not. I know that it couldn't hurt to try." No more than beating each other up had, anyway.

Ray knew he was getting played.

He pushed his hands up to Asher's chest to steady himself as he leaned back down. Sometimes he and Asher had different ideas of fun and in this case, playing dumb was one of Ray's.

"Scrabble...?"

"Otherwise known as the lamest board game in history," he said, moving his hands to rest on Ray's thighs.

"Upwords. All the boredom of Scrabble with a twist."

"Only one problem with that," Ray whispered as if to let Asher down gently. "We don't have Upwords."

Perhaps the boredom of Scrabble would be enough of an incentive for them to make their own fun. Ray still didn't rate his chances of persuading him though, if a crappy board game was all he had up his sleeve.

"Great. Just when I thought the day couldn't get any worse," Asher drawled, not bothering to actually hide the fact that he wasn't really too torn up about it.

"We'll figure something out."

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