A/N: So, I watched Rent for the first time in about a year the other day and while watching came up without about a dozen oneshots in my head. This inspired me to start this fic, where there will be a collection of random thoughts and analyzations (which isn't technically a word but whatever) of scenes from both film and stage play. :) So, hopefully someone will read and enjoy these.
On another note, there will probably be very few coming from Roger's perspective. There will be some but if you want to see more Roger oneshots from me I would suggest my other story I'm Ready For My Close Up which is a hundred percent about Roger (end of shameless plug).
Disclaimer: I don't own Rent.
Mark was tired and embarrassed. Last night he had come home after a long Life Support meeting only to walk in on a fight between Roger and the dancer from downstairs, whose name he learned was Mimi. It had been intense and Mark had never felt like he had violated someone's privacy more than he did last night. He had hoped to possibly apologize to the Latina dancer but decided to leave her alone. He didn't really know her anyway and he doubted that she even noticed his intrusion.
When he came out into the living room area of the spacious Loft that morning, he found Roger by the window with a cup of coffee in hand, staring out to the fire escape. It seemed that he hadn't slept any more than Mark had.
Mark stared at him for a moment, wondering whether he should make this confrontation or not. He eventually decided that Roger might need someone to talk to and that he should try and apologize to him anyway. So it was worth a shot.
Mark crossed the distance separating them and sat opposite his roommate. He was still for a moment as he thought about his tactic. "About last night…" he began but was cut off immediately by a defensive Roger.
"I don't want to talk about it," Roger hastily snapped and shook his head.
Mark felt a little stung by his friend's coldness but was instantly over it. He was used to Roger avoiding his help anyway, so he simply kept trying. He mentioned casually that there was a Life Support meeting that day but Roger just shrugged it off.
Frustrated, Mark stared helplessly at his friend. "I'd hate for you to pass up something that could be good for you."
Roger looked over at him with a smirk that he didn't seem to really believe in. "I'll live."
Mark continued to look at Roger and thought to himself, "No, you won't live. You're going to sit here in this apartment and stare out that window for forever and won't move forward. You won't move on past April and you won't try new things and you won't finish a goddam song. You're going to die in this apartment and there's nothing I can do that can convince you to start living again."
But Mark was silent as he got off the windowsill to go gather his things together. What else could he say? Even if he spoke his mind right then, it wouldn't change anything. Roger would still be Roger no matter what he said. At this point, it would only take Roger to get Roger back into the art of living again.
Mark didn't look back as he slid the door shut and began to walk down the metal stairs. He just hoped like hell that he was doing the right thing.
A/N: Short, I know. Still review?