Ray had walked away from the elevator as quickly as possible. Walked away from Gates and Neela. Walked away from what he had just seen the two of them doing. 'I can't believe she was doing that….with him…just after her husband died!' Ray was fuming and refused to look anyone in the eye until after he got into the locker room. Thankfully there was no one around to see him punch his locker. Hard. Screwing his eyes up in pain, the man began shaking his hand out and muttering curses under his breath.
"Ray?" He turned around to see Neela cautiously standing in the locker room doorway.
"Shouldn't you be off in some corner with Gates?"
Sighing, Neela dragged out "Ray…" and was answered with a slight outburst.
"Neela, what are you doing with him? Have you forgotten about Michael, your freaking husband?! When I wanted to help you, you said no, but I guess you didn't want any emotional comfort, you just wanted to get laid—"
The slap came before Ray could even register what was going on. He looked into Neela's eyes and saw tears. "Don't you dare act so righteous, Ray. You're the one who tried to kiss me when my husband was still alive. And what the hell is wrong with you, I haven't stopped thinking about Michael…"
She couldn't go on any further, it hurt too much. Neela began crying, slightly at first, but then violent sobs racked her body, Ray was still shocked from the slap and just stood there, watching his friend cry. She began asking herself why she was crying, but then answered that Ray brought up her pain again, and it was almost too much to bear.
Looking up, she stared at Barnett with fire in her eyes and muttered "I hate you." Neela ran out before Ray could say anything.