Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my love for Rent (and Adam Pascal who was Roger in the original cast). It all belongs to Jonathan Larson, whom I wish I had the chance to meet, but I will one day and I will be in my bliss. At the risk of sounding terribly clichéd: No day but today!

"Woo-hoo! Marky-boy!" someone shouted, awakening Mark the following week.

Mark rolled over, extending his middle finger for whoever disrupted his slumber. He felt something suddenly and roughly come into contact with his stomach, causing Mark to jerk awake with a start and sit up quickly. "What!? What the hell do you want?"

"Oh, okay! So, you don't want the breakfast that I so graciously provided?" Mark knew that deep baritone voice. He squinted and made out Collins, grinning and holding a bulging McDonald's bag. Collins continued, "Well, fine! Roger and I will just enjoy your pancakes."

Mark felt around for his glasses, located them, and put them on. The blurred images of Collins and Roger came into view. Mark smiled fondly. Roger reminded him of a kid.

Roger was sitting with his back to the wall and his legs extended in front of him. He was hunched over the styrofoam tray that was on his lap that held three pancakes, two sausage links, and five hasbrowns on it, and he was scarfing it all down as though he hadn't had real food for days. In all honesty, they hadn't.

Next to Roger, there was a tall cup of steaming hot coffee, still black to prove that he hadn't gotten thirsty yet.

Collins tossed the McDonald's bag to Mark, a knowing smile on his face.

Mark stuck out his tongue before biting into a hashbrown.

Roger burped loudly, his own eyes widening at the force behind it. "Damn, excuse me!"

Mark snickered and Collins stared at Roger in disbelief. "How did you...no, you know what? I don't even wanna know..."

"So, Collins, why did you bring us breakfast? Mark asked, eating another hashbrown.

"Because I'm a loving and caring friend, of course!"

Roger started coughing, one of them sounding suspiciously like 'bullshit'. Collins threw a slice of bacon at Roger. "But no, I had extra money and figured you two needed the meal."

"Aw, that's cool," Roger said, sincerely.

"And to remind you that Mimi's service is tomorrow..." Collins added quietly.

Roger looked at teh ground and Mark froze. Roger sighed. "Thanks Collins."

"Are you going to be okay, Roger?" Collins asked.

Mark bit his lip, a nervous habit that he recently accquired, because when asked the simplest questions, Roger had the habit of either breaking down or exploding...or both.

However, this time, he did neither. He did start to cry, but silently, as tears glided down his handsome face. When he spoke, his voice was slightly hoarse. "I just lost the one person that I could see myself marrying, I'm never going to really be okay and I'm better, but I'm definitely not as sane as you are. At least, not yet. I'm not sure I ever will be."

Collins nodded. "Mark, can I talk to you?"

Mark stood and Collins led him into the bathroom. Mark had barely shut the door when Collins verbally attacked him in a low whisper. "You have to tell him, Mark!"

"Why!?"

"Because, he's hurting!"

"Exactly!" Mark said, a little too loudly. He lowered his voice as he continued, "Exactly. God, Collins! I don't want to tell him I love him and then we have one hell of a passionate night because he's lonely and then we wake up the next morning, he realizes that it was a huge mistake, and one of us has to move out because it's too awkward."

"That wouldn't happen, though..." Collins started.

"Yeah? And how do you know?"

"Because, no matter how lonely you are, if you aren't gay or aren't straight, it won't go beyond an unrequited kiss because it won't...feel right, at least not to him."

"Like you would know..."

"Yeah, actually. I would."

"How?"

"When Angel died, about two days later, Joanne and I went to dinner. She and Maureen were on the outs again and I was depressed and she kissed me. For a split second, it was really nice, then it dawned on me that she was a girl and I thought it was revolting, not because she was unattractive, but because she was a girl and I don't like the opposite sex. Now, if Roger doesn't stop what happens between you, then he does have romantic feelings for the same sex."

"And what if he pushes me away?" Mark asked quietly.

"Then, it wasn't meant to be, and if it does happen and then he pushes you away, then it was too soon and you just need to give him some time."

Mark put his face into his hands. "Oh boy, Collins. I can't...I can't tell him, not yet. Not when Mimi's service is tomorrow and his emotions are high."

Collins rubbed his friend's back. "I know, I understand."

Mark wiped his tears and sighed. "Okay, we better get out there before he starts to wonder what's wrong."

 A/N: Three words for you: Writer's...Block...HELP! Yup I have no idea what to make chapter five about so e-mail me with your ideas. I hope you liked these chapters. Check out my other stuff, perhaps you'll find an interest in that too. But I need reviews to determine whether or not I continue. I hate this chapter, it's like a waste -- Give me your opinion! XoX! Bri!