AN: So here's the next part. I'll eventually be posting this all as a oneshot, but for now I'm just putting it up here as I write it.

He's as damned as her seems
And more heaven than a heart could hold

I hear the door slide open from my place in the kitchen. I look up to see Roger walk inside, stumbling slightly.

"Roger?"

He notices me for the first time and smiles goofily. "Markyyy..." He starts walking towards me. "Whatcha doing still up?" There's something different about his eyes. It's like he's somewhere else entirely.

"You know I don't sleep at night." What's with him?

"Oh yeah..." He laughs softly, then pulls me into a hug. "Tonight was THE best night, man. So much fun. You shoulda been there."

I pull away to look at his face again and it hits me: he's high as a fucking weather balloon.

"Okay, welll you must be worn out from all that 'fun'. You should get to sleep." I take his hand and start guiding him to his room.

"But I don't wanna!" he protests, pouting. I take note of the small marks on his arm. Apparently when Roger's on smack he becomes five. It's endearing, in a strange way.

"I know you don't, but you have to."

"Why?" he asks, trying to catch me in my own trap. But I'm ready for it.

"Because we told Collins we'd go to the Life with him tomorrow." I have an uncanny ability to make up excuses on the spot. I'll leave Collins a note.

Roger sighs dejectedly. "Okay, fine." He begrudgingly follows me to his room. I lead him to his bed and he lays down sleepily. I pull the blankets over him and make to leave.

"Marky?" I stop and turn back towards him. His eyes are closed. He'll be asleep any moment. MIght as well humor him.

"Yeah, Rog?" Heh. Two can play at this 'cute nickname' thing. I wait for him to continue.

"You're my best friend..." Any irritation I might have felt towards him melts away. I smile softly.

"Ditto, Rog. Now get to sleep"

"M'kay," is the muffled reply I get.