Author's Note: This is the end of this story. It's also in Mark's POV. Trust me, it just works better than way. Thank you for reading this and sticking with me throughout. I like the way this ends. I hope you like it as well and thank you again so much.

I posted this much earlier today and realized right away it wasn't showing up. I hope reposting it will correct the problem, I have no idea why it wasn't working. It was uploaded to the site and showed the story as having 8 chapters in its stats. I hope you can read it now.

Trusting Desire
Epilogue –I Should Tell You
Mark's POV

I trudge along in the snow, the cold air biting into my face as I squint behind my glasses and look for any sign of Roger. He didn't take anything with him, so I know he eventually intended on coming back, but it's too cold for him to be out here when he's this sick and I'm not done with him anyway.

It feels far too long that I've been out here, freezing and blind from the snow. I curse the weather, realizing that the longer I'm out, the worse it gets. Though at this point I'm too numb to really feel anything. The streets are reasonably empty for midday in New York. Then I remember that this is pretty illogical weather to be out in.

Finally, huddled in front of a building, his jacket pulled tight around him and a layer of snow in his hair, I see Roger. I roll my eyes and hurry over, pulling him up and brushing him off. He groans and shoves me away.

"Fuck off, Mark."

"Roger, stop it." I growl back, taking my coat off and putting it over his shoulders. "I don't care if you're mad, I don't care if you want to fight more, but you have to come back home. You're freezing."

He watches me, his face softening. "Your coat…"

"I'm fine. Just, come on. Ok? Come on." I pull him with me, putting an arm around him and trying to transfer any body heat I have onto him.

"Put your hands in your pockets." I command, wrapping my scarf around his neck. "They're turning blue."

He shrugs and relents, obeying me and letting me rub my hands over his arms, trying to warm him. I can feel him shivering under my touch. Such a fucking idiot, running out into the stupid snow when he knows that getting sick could kill him.

"What the fuck, Roger?" I breathe, the words fading into the air in front of me.

He frowns and doesn't respond, shivering. I sigh and pull him closer, just as cold as he is. We walk in silence for a long time and then he stops suddenly, making me stumble.

"Mark I have to uh," he bites his lip and looks away. "I have to tell you something."

"Can you tell me later, Rog? It's too cold for this. We need to go." I try to push him to start walking again.

"I should just, I mean, I should tell you that…"

"Roger, I know. Okay? I know. Come on."

"No!" He shouts and shrugs awkwardly. "I know you know. I fucking know. But I just, I need to. I should say that…"

"Just forget it." I'm pulling him now, trying to make him budge from his firm stance. He shoves me off and closes his eyes for a moment, sighing through his blue-tinged lips.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles, looking over at me from behind a wet curtain of hair.

"I know." I sigh, moving in close again and throwing my arm back around him. "I'm sorry too. I really shouldn't have said…"

"No, I shouldn't have." He interrupts.

"Well, we both shouldn't have, but we did. It happens." I reassure him. He starts moving with me again and we continue our walk back to the loft in silence.

"Go to the bathroom, Rog. Get some towels and dry your hair, okay? I'll find you some dry clothes."

"Where's my girl?" He croaks, his voice getting hoarse now. "Where's Mimi?"

"I'll wake her up. I told her to stay here and keep warm. Just go, okay?"

He obeys me finally, shrugging off our soaked jackets and heading into the bathroom. I slowly open the door to their room and dig through Roger's pile of clothes.

"Did you find him?" Mimi asks softly from the bed.

"Yeah. I think he'll be okay," I reassure her as much as myself. "We just need to get him warmed up."

"I'll go…" She offers, starting to move.

"No, no." I say, grabbing a sweater and heading over to push her back down. "It's too cold in here. Stay in bed so it will be warm for him, okay? He's asking for you but I'll bring him here."

She smiles at me. "You're too good to us, Mark."

I roll my eyes. "I know, believe me."

I head into the bathroom, shoving the clothes at Roger who is feebly rubbing an old towel over his hair. Frowning, I reach over.

"Let me…"

"I'm fine, Mark." He mutters and I leave him alone. I close the door and wait until he has dressed himself before dragging him back into the room to Mimi. As soon as he slides into the bed, she wraps her arms around his neck and nuzzles him affectionately. He snakes an arm around her waist and pulls her close.

"I missed my girl." He says against her hair, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh.

"I missed you too, you big dumbass." She whispers back.

I feel awkward standing there, like I'm intruding on a moment that should only be theirs. I back away slowly and head out into the main room of the loft to find more things to pile on them for warmth. On the way I start heating some water for tea and pick up the blanket from the couch, an old one I find stashed in the bottom of my clothing pile and an old jacket of mine. I'm shivering too though and realize that I should change since I walked home without a jacket on. I rub my hair with the towel Roger used and then opt for some dry pants and a heavier sweater. Smiling to myself I pick up the blankets I found and my camera and juggle them with the two cups of tea back into the room.

Roger's eyes are still closed and he's smiling slightly, holding Mimi close. She's nestled her head on his shoulder, her arms tight around him beneath the blankets. I add the two blankets I brought to their nest and Mimi lets go of Roger to take one of the cups of tea. He opens his eyes and looks up at me, reaching out to take the other. I smile back and pick up my camera. I don't narrate anything, just them grinning at each other and me and nestling close together. When I start to back out of the room Roger gives me a look.

"Don't be stupid, Mark. We have all the blankets. You'll freeze out there."

I stare at him until he jerks his head toward the bed.

"It's too small." I tell him.

"No it's not. We'll make room." Says Mimi, who moves over a few inches, bringing Roger with her.

"Come on you loser. It's cold." Roger grins wearily at me. "We won't do anything kinky while you're here. Promise."

I set my camera down and hesitantly move over to the edge of the bed before pulling back the blankets and sliding in next to Roger. He puts an arm around me and pulls me into the pocket of warmth they've created in the cold loft.

"Thank you for bringing my stupid boyfriend back." Mimi giggles.

"I'm sure I'll regret it later." I tease, which earns me an offended snort from Roger.

Mimi offers me some of her tea and I accept it, taking a couple sips before handing it back. Roger gives an inadvertent shiver and we both crowd in closer to him. He smiles sadly,holding Mimitighter and to my surprise, resting his head against mine.

"Ok." He says softly. "I'm going to say some stuff, okay? And it might take me uh, well it might take a few tries. But I need to say it, okay?"

"Sure, baby." Mimi smiles and I nod.

He sighs. "I'm know I'm a jerk. And like, well… I know I can be really stupid."

"I hear that." I mutter and he elbows me.

"Shut up, Mark. I'm serious." He groans and I stop.

"But, well, I just, I want you to know that I really am happy with both of you. Like, Mimi? I love you more than anything. And I think you're so beautiful and, well, if it wasn't for you I probably wouldn't have cared enough to stay alive this long, you know?" She cuddles close to him and kisses his neck in response.

He swallows. "Okay. Well. I, uh. I already told you I was you know, sorry, Mark. And I am. And I'm really glad I have you too, man. Cause if it wasn't for you I would have died even longer ago. I know that I treat you like shit all the time, but I'm really glad you're my friend. My best friend."

He sighs and I know he's frowning. "I love you, man." He mutters under his breath, barely forming the words.

"I love you too, Rog." I say just as quietly.

"You know, like… as my best friend, like my brother you know? And…"

"I know, Rog."

"Okay." He finally starts to breath at a regular volume again. "I know you want me to do something with the time I have left, but I guess I just," I feel him shrug. "I just want to be with my friends. I don't really want to do anything else."

Mimi lays a hand on his cheek to turn his face towards hers and kisses his mouth gently.

"I love you, fatso." She giggles against his lips.

"Love you too." He grins back. "You really need to shower though, because you smell."

And I just smile, wanting badly to be recording this, especially Roger's little monologue, considering that it's the most emotion I've heard out of him in years, but knowing insidethat some moments are better left as just memories.