Hey guys. I am still currently on hiatus, but I got inspiration to update this fic. Hiatus for me means there will be no guarantee on when I will post updates, or reply to private messages.

Sidenote: Just because Mark and Roger cuddle/hold hands, does not mean they HAVE to date yet. They have a special connection, and whether or not that leads to romance will be up to me. thanks.

With a sigh, Roger leaned against the cold brick wall behind him. He and Maureen had been handing out fliers and advertising her latest protest against the unfair treatment of the homeless all morning. He was exhausted. He still didn't see how this was going to help his case.

Mark had got him up bright and early. They weren't planning on moving back to the loft anytime soon, so for now, the cramped apartment was his home. He and Mark now shared a bed, since Maureen and Joanne didn't have a guest room. Roger didn't mind, it wasn't as if he hadn't ever slept in the same bed as his best friend before. Mark refused to let him sleep on the cold floor, and since the bed wasn't that big, Mark usually ended up sprawled out on top of the rocker, with his face buried in Roger's neck by morning, anyway.

Roger didn't object.

Mark was warm.

Soon, Maureen had thankfully decided to pack up for the time being, and she and Roger began to head for the apartment, Roger carrying all of the poster boxes, grunting with effort, while Mo skipped ahead of him, rambling about her next protest idea. They soon walked into the apartment, Roger dropping the boxes with a sigh. Joanne was still at work.

"You're home…" Mark murmured, his eyes lighting up a little once he saw them. He quickly moved to Roger's side, and hugged him tightly.

That was one thing Rog had noticed. Ever since he came back, Mark was beyond clingy, becoming fussy when Maureen wanted Roger to help her, watching the tall man closely, even holding onto him, and trailing after his every move as if he would disappear again at a moments notice.

Roger couldn't blame him, though.

Mark had been through a lot.

Roger smiled a little, and returned the hold. His face began to heat up as Mark kissed his cheek.

"I'm so proud of you…" the small man murmured.

"Thanks…." Roger whispered, and once Mark let go, he sat on the couch. Mark joined him, leaning his head against the taller man's shoulder.

"Why don't you two go out?" asked Maureen with a smile. "I've been having Roger working for hours… some downtime wouldn't kill him. Mark, you can film too, you haven't filmed in so long."

"No." Mark murmured. "If I'm spending time with Roger, that's what I'm doing. No distractions." Maureen nodded a bit.

"Then get outta here. I have to clean anyway."

"Thanks, Maureen!" Mark yelled, and grabbed Roger's arm, tugging him out the door.

They walked together down the street, planning to go to central park. Roger had always loved it there. As they walked, Mark suddenly held Roger's hand, lacing their fingers together.

Roger smiled a little, giving his best friend's hand a gentle squeeze. They got a few looks as they walked by, but Roger didn't care. It had been so long since he saw Mark this happy, this light. He missed him so much.

Once they made it to the park, it began to snow.

Roger watched with happiness. He always loved the snow. He missed how the chilled flakes felt on his skin. It was snowing pretty heavily, and after two hours of walking around, and talking, a steady blanket had collected on the ground. Roger, feeling playful, gave Mark a shove into a snowbank, and took off, laughing.

"Get back here! Roger!" Mark yelled, laughing himself as he gave chase. Roger thought he was safe when he hid behind a tree, but once he stepped out, he grunted in surprise as Mark tackled him.

They rolled around in the snow in a playfight, growling and giggling. Roger tried to get the upper hand, but suddenly, Mark straddled him, pinning him down with two hands on his shoulders. Roger managed to prop himself up a bit on his elbows, about to hit the small man again, when he suddenly found the filmmaker staring at him.

His icy blue eyes were wide, and his cheeks were flushed as he looked Roger over. Roger's playful scowl suddenly faded, as he began to mirror Mark's bewildered expression.

The two never had a moment like this before. They had cuddled once, held hands often, but for them, it was kind of normal. They never had to attach romance onto it. Somehow though, the air around them now seemed different.

Without warning, Mark's lips were suddenly on his. The sparks he felt in the kiss caused his eyes to fall closed as he returned it, his fingers tangling in Mark's hair. He never wanted this to end. He hadn't felt this good in so long.

Alarms in the back of his mind caused him to quickly pull away after a minute. The hurt in Mark's eyes caused him to flinch.

"We can't do this…" Roger murmured, and it was true, they couldn't. Roger's second chance wasn't a guarantee.

"I know…" Mark replied. He was so scared of losing him again.

Without another word, Mark climbed off him, and they walked back to the apartment in silence.

They didn't hold hands this time.