The moment Ray falls asleep-- something Gideon tells him into his earpiece-- Rip is getting to his feet and breaking a promise, because he needs to get himself some god damn whiskey. In his defence, he's not gone for more than ten minutes, and the only reason he's out for longer than two is because he's trying to assure Sara that, yes, everything is all right; and, yes, they'll be back to business as soon as Ray gets up.

That being said, the moment Ray wakes up, Rip's whiskey has been emptied and he's already started on the second one. But the gasp and the shout make him look back, his lips leaving the end of the bottle, and he squints his eyes at the figure on the bed (had he been imagining that?) before realising--

"You're awake." The words don't come out slurred, but Rip's voice is deeper than he intends it to be. One earphone is still in, and he puts the bottle down on his desk and swipes the holographic projection of the timeline out of existence.

Ah, shit. He smells.

But Ray had shouted, and so Rip gets to his feet, running fingers through his hair as he makes his way to the side of the bed. "Raymond--"

"What was that!?" comes from the door, and Rip turns to see Jackson standing there with his hands wrapped around the handle of a frying pan. "Is Ray okay?"

"He, uh--" Rip looks back down at Ray's pale face, and without warning reaches out to cup the side of it in one hand. "...Raymond, are you okay?"