Mark's words echoed in my head. I whimpered, trying to make him look at me. I expected anger, something to rival my own rage, but when he lifted his head, his eyes were filled with disappointment.

And then I knew what love really was.

---

"What?" I asked, as Roger's whole body relaxed, and he leaned down to rest his head on his legs, crying freely. "What?" He wouldn't answer me.

Maybe it was the realization that he'd attempted suicide, I thought, as I found the gauze and started to bandage Roger's arms.

---

I waited until he was finished, and then I straightened up, staring at myself. Mark sighed and headed towards the kitchen, where he took a seat at the table. I followed him, unsure of what to say.

"I'm sorry.."

He cleared his throat.

"Mark, I'm sorry.."

There was a silence, and then he muttered, "Don't be."