Mark looked at Roger. Roger had been acting weird all day long, and Mark had been wondering why.

Roger was sitting by the window, the place that he visited more then four times a day. Roger would just get up from whatever he was doing and go and sit by the window and stare out, not doing anything, talking to anyone, and when Roger got up he would be in a weird mood for a while after. Mark was getting frustrated and worried about his friend and roommate.

"Roger?" Mark whispered

Roger didn't look up.

"Roger?" Mark asked again

This time Roger looked up; he had a sad look on his face. Mark saw this and walked quickly over to Rogers spot. He sat down across from Roger.

"Roger?" Mark asked

"Yeah Mark?" Roger asked looking out the window again

Mark didn't know what to say. This was the moment that he had been hoping for some time. He didn't know what he should tell Roger, he didn't know how he should put his words together. He wanted to say he was really worried and that Roger should tell him what he wanted to say.

"Roger..." Mark started

Roger still didn't look at Mark. Roger was leaning against the column that separated the great windows.

"Roger what's wrong?" Mark finally asked

Roger looked at Mark

"I mean, you come to this spot every day and you just sit. I want to know what's been on your mind? Should I do something for you? What's been bothering you Roger, I'm your friend and I really want to know." Mark finished

As Mark finished Roger felt tears streaming down his face, but Mark had his eyes closed so Roger quickly wiped his tears away so that Mark wouldn't notice anything.
Mark waited for Roger to respond but nothing came for three or four minutes. The two roommates just sat there, Roger looking out the window trying to decide what he would say back to Mark. And Mark wondering if he had done the right thing pointing out Roger's window watching.

Finally Roger looked at Mark.

"Mark, I've been thinking lately a lot about April, suicide, and my disease. I think constantly about April and what our lives would have been like if we hadn't gotten into drugs. If we hadn't met, and if she hadn't killed herself. Would she still be living? Would we be happy? Would we have children? Would she be clean too?" Roger stopped quickly to wipe a tear away "And each day I come sit here, because this was the spot that April loved to sit at. Remember when we came home that one night and she was just sitting her. All the lights were off and she was just looking out, the lights from the other building shining through the window and lighting up her face. Do you remember that?"

Mark nodded

"I remember exactly what she said later that night when I asked her about it." Roger wiped a few more tears off his face "She said...she said... I was thinking about you. That Mark was the moment that I knew I could spend the rest of my life with that woman. She was unbelievable. I loved her so much."

Roger broke down into tears. Mark sat there for a while not knowing what to do. Then his love for Roger picked up and Mark took Roger in his arms and held him while he cried. Mark began to cry with Roger. And the two friends sat there for a while just crying. Crying about April, her death, and Rogers's feelings.
Finally after about ten minutes the two broke apart. Roger went back to staring out the window.

Mark got up and grabbed his scarf. He was about to leave the loft when Rogers voice stopped him

"Mark."

Mark turned around. There was Roger still looking out the window.

"Thanks for asking." Roger simply said

"No problem. That's what friends are for." Mark said and walked out of the loft.