"Where the hell were you?" Ray doesn't really do anger so much as fear and worry cranked to 11. He's at least successful at looming in this instance, large frame towering as he stands away from his own bed.
It wasn't so much the disappearing in the night that Ray worried about -- he can't be so hypocritical as to expect that no one else would take advantage of post-curfew privacy. It was that when he returned from his own escapades, it had been to an entirely empty room.
He'd though it had struck again: the Curse of the Palmer. He almost immediately deflates a little: "Are you OK?"
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It wasn't so much the disappearing in the night that Ray worried about -- he can't be so hypocritical as to expect that no one else would take advantage of post-curfew privacy. It was that when he returned from his own escapades, it had been to an entirely empty room.
He'd though it had struck again: the Curse of the Palmer. He almost immediately deflates a little: "Are you OK?"