Sigh I don't know if I am really a fan of this chapter. Roger is really needy and I don't know if I like it or not but oh well…

"Roger wait!" Mark yelled as he ran out the door. He stopped and frantically looked in every direction try to spot Roger. He started to panic when he didn't see him anywhere. "Roger!" He called out again

He breathed a sigh of relief when he caught a glimpse of Roger shrinking into the distance. "Roger!" He yelled as he ran after him.

Roger being so worn down hadn't even tried to get away from Mark so the filmmaker caught up with him easily. He grabbed Rogers's wrist forcing him to turn and face him.

"Roger please" Mark pleaded. "Collins didn't mean it please just come home."

"He doesn't want me there Mark. You two shouldn't be doing all this for me anyway. He right I am just a burden." Roger said with tears in his eyes.

"Roger I don't want you to believe that for one second. I need you there. I want you there. Just because Collins is stressed does not mean that we don't still love you and want to take care of you."

"But I'm hurting you and I know it but I can't stop, so Collins is right I just need to go."

"Yeah its true you've hurt me but its nothing bad, mere bruises. But if you leave now that is the worst thing you could do. Not only to you but to me too. Things are really stressful right now but not having you around would destroy me. Please just come home." Mark begged.

Roger looked up and looked into Marks eyes, his deep startling blue eyes. And he could not say no. He knew that if he went back he was sure to physically hurt Mark, but leaving would leave such an emotional scar on Mark one that he knew would never heal. "Ok" Was all Roger could manage through the tears.

Mark smiled and put his arm around Roger, helping to lead him to the loft. When they reached the outside of their building Roger froze. "Rog what's wrong?" Mark asked

"I…I…I can't face Collins." He sobbed as he sank down to the floor.

Mark bent down next to him and gently wiped the tears from his eyes. "Shh…shh…Roger its ok. Collins has had some time to cool off I'm sure he's fine now."

"Please…" Roger begged.

"Please what Roger?" Mark asked

"Please…don't…hate…me," He sobbed

"Roger why would I ever hate you."

Roger didn't say anything; instead he just reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a bag of smack.

"Roger…you didn't?"

"No...no…I promise mark. I…I…just…ran into my…dealer before you caught up with me. I…I didn't do it I just bought it."

Mark reached out taking the small bag from Roger and putting it in his pocket. "I believe you Rog."

"You…you...do?" Roger asked

"Do have any reason not to?" Mark said raising his eyebrow.

"N...no"

"Then I believe you. Now come on lets go up to the loft." Mark put his arm around Roger and helped him up.

They reached the top of the stairs and slowly made their way to the door of the loft. Mark could sense the fear in Roger. He rubbed his hand reassuringly on his back. "Its ok Rog, I'll talk to him."

Roger nodded and they opened the door and stepped inside. Roger kept his eyes glued to the floor doing his best to not make eye contact with Collins, who was perched on the couch reading a magazine.

"Hey Col." Mark said as they made their way to Rogers's room.

Collins said nothing. He just watched them for a moment before returning to his magazine.

They went into Rogers's room and Roger made his way to his bed while Mark shut the door. Mark walked over to Roger who was sitting on the edge of the bed with his eyes still glued to the floor.

"Hey Rog," Mark said kneeling down in front of him. "Why don't you try and get some sleep."

Roger said nothing, just kept looking at the ground. "Roger" Mark placed his hand under Rogers chin raising it so Roger was looking in his eyes. "Get some sleep ok, I'll talk to Collins.

Roger just sat for a moment staring into Marks eyes before nodding his head and lying down. Mark stood up and turned to leave but stopped when he felt Rogers hand around his wrist.

"Come back after you talk to him." He asked

"Sure Rog."

"Please" He pleaded

Mark bent down and brushed a hair out of Rogers eye. "Of course I'll come back Rog."

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Mark quietly opened Rogers door and stepped back into his room. He walked over to the bed. Roger stirred a little before opening his eyes and looking up at Mark. "Hey" Roger said sleepily. "Did you talk to Collins?"

Mark sat down on the edge of the bed. "Yeah. He said he was really sorry for blowing up like that. He's just stressed you know? We all are."

"I know." Roger sighed.

"Look Rog I'm tired I'm gonna go to bed ok?" Mark said standing up

"No don't go." Roger begged

"Roger I have slept with you for the last like week." Mark pointed out

"Please Marky, I don't wanna be alone."

Mark sighed and lay down in bed next to Roger. Roger scooted closer to Mark and pressed up against his back.

"Mark?"

"Yeah Rog?"

"Thank you, for everything."

"Your welcome."

They laid next to each other in silence before Roger spoke again. "Marky?"

"Yeah."

"I love you."

Mark stayed silent for a moment contemplating what Roger had just said before he replied. "I love you too Rog."

Hmm…could something more be developing between our two boys…? Who knows?