Disclaimer: RENT is the brainchild of Jonathan Larson and is now probably "owned" by some film studio. "Fix You" belongs to Coldplay.
Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I
"Roger, what's wrong?"
Mark found him sitting at the window, staring out. He looked raw, as though he had cried although Mark knew he had not. "What is it?" Mark asked, applying gentle pressure to Roger's shoulder with his fingertips.
Roger continued to gaze absently out the window, hugging crossed legs to his chest. "Did I ever tell you," he wondered aloud, "how I lost my virginity?"
What?
Mark sat opposite Roger. "No, you didn't," he admitted. "I know you were with a lot of people when you were with Well Hungarians--"
Roger shook his head. "I mean, the first… y'know. Like a girl's." Obviously he had no desire to say exactly what he meant. Mark nodded. "Anyway, I guess… did I tell you?" Mark shook his head, peering at Roger through a too-large glasses frame. This was nothing they had discussed before; Roger had never before offered anything like this. The sole reason Mark kept from using his camera was that this would cause Roger to shut down. He was speaking to Mark, for Mark and only Mark.
"I… really needed-- wanted a hit," Roger said. "I didn't have any money."
He said nothing more, just looked at his hands and sneaked a quick glance at Mark. And nothing more needed to be said. Mark reached out and stroked Roger's hair above his ear. "You'll never have to do anything like that again," he promised.
TBC