For a man who built his empire on technology, Ray is an abnormally social person. Sure, he can get lost in his work and go days without seeing a soul and not realize it, but truth be told, it's because he hasn't found someone who could really keep up. Felicity had come the closest — she was definitely a better programmer than he was — but if tinkering with atomic reduction was something more people did, Ray wouldn't mind doing it with others instead of alone.
That love of people though, it's what drives him to do what he does. Phones, smart wearables, his nanotech. Everything Ray makes he does to try to make the world a better place, an easier place, a safer place. Wasn't that why he'd poured so much of himself into Star City? Because he refused to believe that it wasn't a city worth saving?
In the day-to-day though, that fondness translates into his expressiveness. Ray doesn't hide a lot. He likes being honest with people and he likes to wear his heart on his sleeve. Which can also make him a little easy to read — unlike a certain moody individual.
"Hold on, killed? You're gonna have to tell me that story during dinner." That's all Ray interjects, as Caitlin starts answering his questions one by one. But he can't help but smile when she mentions the burger chain.
"You know ... I think you should keep Big Belly Burger. Now hear me out. I know Thai is classier, I agree. But. There's just something so ... authentic about someone's favorite food being a fast food chain. Because why would anyone even say that unless it was true?"
And ha, right, he'd said years and then offered months. He's getting ahead of himself, or was it behind himself in this case?
"Three months," he says again. "That way, if we don't know something about each other, we can blame it on the fact that the romance is so new." As Ray talks, he's always gesturing with his other hand — pointing or waving or using it to emphasize points. "Which ... I guess means we're still living in separate apartments. But-" He raises a finger. "There's always a toothbrush for you at my place."
Ray knew going into this that making up their story would be fun, but not this fun.
"And my favorite food? Wow, um. Anything Asian. Sushi, Korean BBQ, god, a greasy egg roll on a Saturday night?" He rolls his eyes like that thought is the best thing to have ever graced his mind.
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That love of people though, it's what drives him to do what he does. Phones, smart wearables, his nanotech. Everything Ray makes he does to try to make the world a better place, an easier place, a safer place. Wasn't that why he'd poured so much of himself into Star City? Because he refused to believe that it wasn't a city worth saving?
In the day-to-day though, that fondness translates into his expressiveness. Ray doesn't hide a lot. He likes being honest with people and he likes to wear his heart on his sleeve. Which can also make him a little easy to read — unlike a certain moody individual.
"Hold on, killed? You're gonna have to tell me that story during dinner." That's all Ray interjects, as Caitlin starts answering his questions one by one. But he can't help but smile when she mentions the burger chain.
"You know ... I think you should keep Big Belly Burger. Now hear me out. I know Thai is classier, I agree. But. There's just something so ... authentic about someone's favorite food being a fast food chain. Because why would anyone even say that unless it was true?"
And ha, right, he'd said years and then offered months. He's getting ahead of himself, or was it behind himself in this case?
"Three months," he says again. "That way, if we don't know something about each other, we can blame it on the fact that the romance is so new." As Ray talks, he's always gesturing with his other hand — pointing or waving or using it to emphasize points. "Which ... I guess means we're still living in separate apartments. But-" He raises a finger. "There's always a toothbrush for you at my place."
Ray knew going into this that making up their story would be fun, but not this fun.
"And my favorite food? Wow, um. Anything Asian. Sushi, Korean BBQ, god, a greasy egg roll on a Saturday night?" He rolls his eyes like that thought is the best thing to have ever graced his mind.