The Fight Club line from chapter 3 was- His eyes shrink wrapped in tears.
The Life as a House from chapter 4 was- Because I like how it feels not to feel.
And the line from one of Dane Cooks acts was- Where'd you get the pink fifties you cheating whore?
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"Marky!" Roger moaned from his room. "Marky!"
Mark got up out of his bed and rushed out of his room running into Collins in the progress.
"Hey go back to bed Collins. I got him."
"You sure?"
"Yeah go to sleep."
Collins padded his was back to his room and Mark made his way to Rogers. He pushed open the door and walked in.
"Hey Rog you ok?" He walked over and placed his hand on his arm.
"No, Marky cold" He whined.
"Roger its like 75 degrees in here. How are you cold."
"Marky freezing."
Acting like a child was one of the many personalities Roger had taken on during the process of withdrawl. "Well you already have all of the blankets what do you want me to do?"
"Stay with me." He shivered and patted the spot next to him on the bed.
Mark sighed and got into Rogers bed. Roger scooted back and pressed himself against the warmth of the filmmaker.
"Shit Roger your skin feels like ice." He pulled himself closer and wrapped his arms around him trying to use his body heat to warm him.
"Told you." He pouted. Before drifting off to sleep.
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Mark woke up looked down at the sleeping rock star in his arms. He was laying completely still but his breathing had become erratic and he was slightly shaking.
Mark reached up and touched his forehead. He was burning up and covered in sweat. As Marks hand made contact with Rogers skin he began to try and wiggle out of his grip.
He moaned and began to take big panic breaths. "No...stop...don't."
"Roger shh..." Mark gently shook him. "Wake up, its ok."
Rogers eyes snapped open, but Mark could tell he wasn't fully awake. He shaking began to worsen. Mark pulled him into his arms and held him tight. For some reason Marks touch always seemed to calm Roger down.
Mark bent down and kissed the top of Rogers head. "Shh...shh..its ok Rog."
His breathing slowed and the shaking began to calm. "Mark" He croaked. "Water."
"Ok" He loosened his grip on Roger and began to get up.
"No don't leave." He cried.
"Roger if you want water, I have to get up."
"No please don't leave me."
"Then you have to come with me or you don't get water." Mark rolled his eyes.
"Ok lets go."
Mark got up and pulled Roger out of bed with him. They walked out to the kitchen and Roger leaned against the counter. Mark grabbed and cup and filled it with water.
"Here."
Roger took the cup and gulped it down. "Thanks."
"Come on you need sleep."
"M'not tired."
"Roger." Mark pleaded.
"Can we watch tv or something?" Roger sounded like a five year old asking to stay up late.
"Sure Rog, but I'm not sure there's much on."
Mark walked over and sat down on the couch followed closely by Roger. He sat down and Roger leaned his head on his shoulder.
Mark reached for the remote and turned the tv on. "See I told you there's nothing on."
"Keep looking."
"Fine." Mark continued to flip through the channels tell he found some made for tv movie. "Hows this?"
"Thats fine." Roger pushed his body closer to him as if he was trying to steal all of his body heat.
Mark bit his lip and couldn't help but feel that there was another reason Roger liked to be close to him. He wondered if it had to do with more than just body heat. He thought for a moment and found himself hoping for some odd reason that it was. He wasn't in love with Roger, at least he didn't think he was.
Mark looked down and saw that Roger had already fallen asleep. Not tired my ass, he thought to himself. Before bending down and kissing Rogers temple. He really hoped Roger was looking for more than just body heat. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, falling quickly into a peaceful sleep.