Mark sat on the edge of Roger's bed, watching him sleep. It had been four months since the jello fiasco, and here they were, in the same bed, everyday, well, every day that Mimi was working. It was amazing, and so incredibly annoying.

He didn't like to have to not lay with Roger, just because Mimi was coming home. He had to get up and shower and change and look occupied in another room while Roger slept, or went to watch Mimi. But when it was the two of them, it was great. Roger was so different, sweet even. He had never pictured Roger being a gentle person, but he was. Mark stood up and kissed Roger on the forehead before walking to the bathroom. He turned the shower on, letting the doubts wash off him with the water.

By the time he was dressed and out, Mimi was standing in the kitchen with a bag in her hands, and Roger was sitting dressed on the arm of the couch. Mark ran a hand through his still wet hair. "You're gonna break our only couch. Get off the arm."

He sat at the table and picked up his camera as Roger stood up, smiling slowly as he came and sat at the table, opposite Mark, with Mimi between them. Mark looked up to her, not wanting to look at Roger at the moment. "What do you have in the bag?"

Mimi set the bag on the table. "A very little amount of food. I got a good tip and figured you guys could use it."

"What did you get?"

"Stuff. Ohh, and since you seemed to enjoy it so much last time, I got you guys jello." Mimi smiled, thinking she had done something nice for them. Roger's face went blank, as did Mark's, and when they turned and looked at each other, they both broke into laughing fits. "What?" Mimi's face dropped. "I was trying to help you guys out, but if you don't want it, I'll take it home."

She grabbed the jello and started for the door, but Roger jumped up and stopped her, taking the jello from her hand. "No babe, it's great." He gave her a small kiss on the cheek. "Thanks. I'll see you after work okay?"

She smiled. "Okay."

Mark rolled his eyes. "Hey Mimi, what time do you work till?" Hint hint.

She looked down at her watch. "Well, once I get there, I have a five hour shift, so the sooner I get there, the sooner I get back. So I'll see you two later." She smiled and kissed Roger before walking out the door.

Roger smiled and held up the package in his hand. "Aww! She bought us jello!"

Mark rolled his eyes yet again. "Yeah, she's sweet."

Roger sat back down across from him. "What's wrong?"

Mark looked to him. "I'm sick of it."

"Of what?"

"I don't know." Mark stood up, walking to the other side of the apartment. "Hiding I guess?" He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. "It's just hard, you know?"

Roger got up and walked to Mark. He tried to place a comforting hand on Marks shoulder, only to have it swatted away.

"Roger, I don't need comforting." His eyes shot open and he stopped leaning against the wall. "I need to know where you are!"

"What do you mean 'where I am?" Roger took a step forward, taking Marks tone as a dare. "I'm trying so fuckin hard to be in two places at once."

"That's just it Roger! Being in two places at once is physically impossible. You find one spot that you're comfortable with and you stay there. Why do you think I still live in this cold and dirty loft! The view?" Mark fell back against the wall and to his knees.

Roger retraced his step, looking at Mark. "I don't know what to do Mark. I'm sorry."

Mark looked at Roger, wiping the single tear from his eye. "I love you."

Roger knelt down beside Mark, this time putting his hand on Marks shoulder. "I love you to Mark."

"But you love Mimi too, right?"

Roger lowered his hand and his eyes to the floor. "I think so." He looked back up at Mark, just as new tears started rolling past his glasses. He put his hands on the sides of Marks face. "But I can't lose you Mark."

"Depends on what you mean by lose. She is your girlfriend. I'm just your friend."

"You're my brother." Roger leaned in and kissed Mark passionately.

When he pulled away, Mark readjusted his glasses on his nose. "You know, I never had brothers, but I really don't think that that's how brothers act."

"I have a brother, and that's not what we did."

Mark and Rogers eyes both shot to the door to see who had said that. Roger stood up quickly, and Mark lowered his head to his lap.

"What the fuck is this Roger?"

Roger bit his lip. "It's just-"

Mimi put her hands on her hips. "I wasn't really asking Roger. I saw."

"But we-"

"Are you really gonna try to make an excuse for something I saw you do?"

Mark lifted his head, trying to help. "Mimi, it was-"

She glared at him. "You shut the fuck up Mark." She looked back to Roger and then past him, to his room. She stormed into his room and came back only a moment later, holding a pair of handcuffs in her hand. "Can't do the handcuff dance without these huh?" She laughed and walked out of the apartment.

Mark looked up to Roger. "Well that could have been really awkward."

Roger glared at him. "I don't think this is the time for humor Mark."

"Sorry."

Roger grabbed his jacket and walked to the door, holding the knob. He didn't look at Mark while he spoke. "I just have to… I need to do this."

"Do what exactly?"

Roger didn't answer him, but walked out the door. With him gone, Mark looked around the apartment. It looked so empty. With nothing else to do, Mark put the food away and then cleaned the already spotless space. It's not like there was really anything to get out of space or make a mess with. He walked into his room and grabbed a bag from the closet, and stuffed what little clothing he had in it. Taking the other bag, he put his few belongings into it, including film and photos. He set them on the floor in the kitchen and wrote Roger a quick note before walking out pf the loft. It was too hard a thing to figure out there.

AVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVA

Roger walked out of the apartment and ran to catch up with Mimi. He grabbed her arm and turned her around, only to be slapped in the face. "Fine, I had that coming, but that doesn't mean that we're not going to talk about it."

Mimi put her hands on her hips. "What do you want to talk about Roger? That you were just making out with a guy? The fact that you cheated on me? With a friend? A guy friend? Are you gay Roger? Cause telling me that before we started going out would have been nice."

"I'm not gay Mimi. It's not because he's a guy. That has absolutely nothing to do with it. It's because he's Mark."

"I feel better now, thanks."

"I'm sorry. And I'm sorry you found out like that. It's a horrible way to…"

"You know Roger, I'll save you the time. I want nothing to do with you for now. Sort your own fucking life out before you try to drag others into it. We're over." Mimi turned toward the Cat Scratch, leaving Roger standing on the street, part of his heart empty, and another part filling up.

He didn't want to go back to the loft yet. He wasn't quite ready to face Mark just yet. He was pretty sure he would be pissed, and Roger was not ready to face him just yet.

He walked down the street, not really sure where he was going, but somehow he ended up at Collins and Angel's. He stood outside the door for a minute before knocking.

Angel answered the door, dressed in a fuzzy pink robe and matching slippers. Her hair and face were all wet, so she must have just gotten out of the shower. "Sorry. Is this a bad time?"

She shook her head. "Not at all Roger. What's up?" She opened the door inviting him in.

Roger walked in and turned to Angel. "Just so you know, I blame this all on you."

Angel sat down on the couch, using another towel to dry her hair. "What are you blaming on me exactly?"

"Everything!" He flopped down onto the couch opposite Angel. "Mimi dumped me because she caught me making out with Mark, and Mark's pissed with me over something or other. And nothing at all makes sense."

"I'm sorry honey, but I've been telling you for three months to choose one or the other, sort out your reasons and priorities, and live with the choice. And you kept putting it off and off. I told you that this would happen."

"I know! But I'm not ready for it to happen yet! I don't know what to do yet! And Mimi wants nothing to do with me, so I'm pretty much screwed."

Angel crossed her legs and looked at him. "Can I ask you something? And you won't be offended?"

"……Sure?"

"Was it Mimi you were holding onto? Or the fact that she was your tie to being labeled as straight?"

Roger sat up and looked at her. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, you just always made it very clear that you were not gay. That it was Mark, and not his body that turned you on. It just seems like you held onto Mimi because without her, the main relationship in your life would be with a guy, and that that would make you gay." Angel sat back, happy with her explanation. "I know that you love Mimi, but I just don't think you love her in the same way you once did."

Roger looked at Angel. He wanted to be mad at her, but too much of him was telling him that she was right. "So you think I just need to be gay?"

"Honey! That was just a theory. You need to figure this out on your own." She got up and walked into her room to get dressed, leaving Roger alone to find his way out.