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So this is really short, i've been super busy these days so i decided to just write this really quick for whoever is reading :)

Chapter Six

3 Hours Earlier

"What's cooking good looking" came Collins voice, full of laughter, from the across the room. He gave Roger a sly smile to which Roger couldn't help but give a slight grin to, even if he wasn't in the best mood at the moment.

Collins kicked off his shoes and flounced down on top of the old couch, his head leaning over the arm of it as he watched Roger move silently around in the small kitchen area with a chipped coffee mug in his hand.

"You here alone?" Tom asked looking around the damp loft which held no signs of life, Roger included.

"Yeah…Mark's at work" Roger replied with a fake smile, pouring sugar into the cup.

"Does that boy ever get a day off?" Collins frowned

"Hardly" Roger walked around the couch and sat in the green arm chair. "I can't remember the last time me and Mark actually had time together" Roger sighed

Collins raised an eyebrow "Time or time" he waggled his eyebrow suggestively.

Roger frowned, at first not actually catching onto what Collins was insinuating. "Yeah time…I mean, I don't mind too much but he- never mind" Roger felt a blush rising up the back of his neck and let his hair fall into his eyes. Collins laughed and looked back to him with a smirk on his face.

"Well shit- make time!" Collins exclaimed "possibly tonight" he raised an eyebrow once again.

"I" he cleared his throat "I try but he says he's too tired"

Tom's smile faltered "And you aren't the least suspicious of this?"

Roger shook his head "I understand- he works a lot, I see how he can be too tired"

Collins eyes searched his friends, something wasn't right "Uh you-"

"Spppeeeaaak" came the tale tell sound of the answering machine that had interrupted Collins mid-sentence.

"Mach baby, ist Liam, I vont to thank you for the other night dahling, give Liam a call tonight okay babe, vell meet up somewhere"

"Beeeep"

Collins mouth hung agape and he frowned when he saw no reaction from Roger once so ever, he rubbed the back of his neck as he studied Roger, the phone call didn't even faze him. "Um…you know who Liam is?"

Roger cleared his throat and got up in a rush, ignoring Collins' words to him.

"Roger?"

Roger frowned deeper as he poured the remains of his tea into the sink.

"Roger-"

"What Tom?" he glared angrily, his voiced filled with anger as he raised his voice at the philosopher. "I don't know who the fuck he is, he just calls okay"

"Don't you think you should have a little talk with Mark about this shit?"

"Tom don't tell me how to fucking-"

"I'm not telling you shit" Collins said, getting up from the couch, "but you're acting fucking retarded- you can't pretend this shit isn't happening"

"I know that okay!" Roger dropped the cup to ground and watched as it fell to the hard wooden floor, chards of glass scattering across the floor. "I know…but what else can I do" Roger's voice tightened as he spoke.

"What else can you do?" Collins frowned "communication comes to fucking mind boy- have you even asked him about this guy calling here?"

Roger bite his bottom lip "It doesn't matter…Mark's with me…Mark loves me" Roger's voice was straining "I have nothing to worry about"

"Are you sure about that Rog?" Collins' voice softened. "A guy- you don't know- calling here for Mark and calling him baby- Rog, I seriously think that's something to worry about"

"I'm not his mother Tom" Roger spoke angrily this time "He can do what he wants…but he comes home to me- I can't keep a god damn leash on him"

"From what you said earlier, it doesn't seem like he's coming home to nothing but a warm bed to sleep in- not you" Collins said softly, watching his friends eyes begin to water.

Roger dropped to his knees as he began to pick of the sharp shards of glass piece by piece, mumbling to himself. "I think you should go" he spoke quietly, not looking up at his friend, but continued to pick up the tiny pieces of glass.

Collins watched his friend with a sympathetic look on his face before nodding and silently leaving the loft without another word spoken between the two.