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Once again life in the loft fell in a routine, though this time is was a little different. Mark still went to work everyday and Roger would stay home anxiously awaiting his return. He didn't know when, but something had changed between the roommates, they were closer than ever. Nothing romantic, but it was clear that they relied on each other heavily. After the first few nights after the incident Roger had taken to just sleeping with Mark from the beginning, and almost every morning they woke to find their limbs tangled together. Not that they minded in the least.

Collins had, thankfully, been released from the hospital after four days. The doctors didn't know what had caused him to collapse, but they could find nothing wrong with him that they didn't already know about. Collins had been out of the hospital moments after his discharge papers had been signed, thankful to get out of the sterile environment.

They heard from Maureen and Joanne occasionally, but the group hadn't been together since Mimi's death. Mark realized this one morning and he decided that it was time to get together. Roger was better, he hadn't cut in weeks, and was all for the gang getting together. Mark called Collins and Joanne and they decided to meet at the Life Cafe at six.

Mark and Roger walked in twenty minutes late because Mark's boss had refused to let him leave until he had finished his latest segment.

They hadn't been sitting for more than five minutes when Mark was tackled, causing him to fall into Roger. The filmmaker sat stiff while he was being hugged. When the person pulled away Mark was shocked at who he saw.

"Mark! I haven't seen you in years!" The man exclaimed.

"John! What are you doing here?" Mark was staring at the man in front of him with a huge smile. The man was about Roger's height with brown eyes and brown hair.

"I'm here on business for a few weeks so I decided to look you up." A cough came from behind him and Mark remember the rest of his friends. He turned to the group and smiled again.

"Everyone, this is John. John, these are my friends, Roger, Maureen, Joanne, and Collins." He said as he pointed to everyone in turn.

"Hello, everyone." Everyone said smiled and returned the greeting.

"So Mark, how do you know this guy?" Collins asked. Mark blushed before he answered.

"I met him back while I was in college. He was my . . .boyfriend." Everyone at the table was shocked.

"You're gay, Mark?" Maureen asked loudly. Mark blushed again and looked at the table.

"Bi."

"So how long did the two of you date." Joanne asked. This time John smiled.

"For two years." He said.

"That long? Why'd you guys break up?" Leave it to Maureen to be blunt with everything that came out of her mouth.

"I came here, but John had gotten a job offer for a company in Florida. We both agreed to end our relationship, but stay friends. We lost touch a few months ago." Mark explained. Roger glared at the new comer, he didn't like John. Collins was the next to speak.

"So what do you do for a living?"

"I'm an architect. I'm here overseeing the building of a new studio I designed." That peaked Roger's interest.

"What kind of studio?" He asked. They made room and John sat down as he told about it.

"Well it's huge, with many different departments. The main ones are: Dancing, music, and film. Each department has smaller ones that branch off from it. We already have the head managers for everything, and when we open we hope to get a lot of business, of course there will be many job opportunities within the company as well." Mark, Roger, and Maureen looked like they had just stuck gold, which, in a way, they had. Mark was the first to speak.

"You have to be kidding." John smiled at him, "nope."

"Does it have a name?"

"Not yet." John thought for a moment.

"You guys wouldn't want to be a part of this, would you?" He asked.

"Hell yes!" Roger finally spoke. Mark nodded, and Maureen was surprisingly quiet. She suddenly screeched, ran to the other side of the table and tackled John. Never mind. John sat there stunned until Joanne pulled her off.

"I figured that would make you happy. Mark told me all about you guys, but wasn't there two more people in your group." He asked. Did Mark mention that they ha lost touch before Angel died? Well they had, and John had, unknowingly, just brought up painful memories. Nobody was willing the recount what happened so Mark had to. After all it was his ex-boyfriend.

"Angel passed away a few weeks after we lost touch, and Mim passed away about two months ago." He quietly told the bare minimum, not wanting to relive anymore than he had to.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know." Mark gave him a small smile. "It's ok, there's no way you could have known." An uncomfortable silence fell over the table until the waiter came. John was invited to eat with them and they all talked about random subjects for the remainder of the meal.

After they ate Mark invited everyone back to the loft. Joanne and Maureen had to leave, but Collins and John took him up on his offer.

For the rest of the night they talked and watched some of Mark's films including Today 4 U, so John could see who Angel and Mimi were. They finally left when Mark ran out of films that he was willing to show. Mark made plans with John for lunch in two days and they said their good byes.

"Well that was a nice surprise." Mark said as he and Roger started picking up the loft.

"I guess, but now I'll have a job, and you can get the hell out of Buzzline." Mark laughed. Roger really did hate the fact that he worked there.

"Yes, I can get the hell out of there for good. That is as long as this place doesn't go under." He reasoned.

"The way he described it made it sound invincible, like. . .like the Titanic."

"Rog, the Titanic sank."

"Right, screw that." Mark laughed again.

"Get over here and help me get this sheet down." Mark said after jumping numerous times and not succeeding in catching the corner of the fabric. This time it was the musician's turn to laugh at the look of frustration on the filmmaker's face. He reached up and to the sheet down with out even having to extend his arm to its full length.

After they finished cleaning they climbed into Mark's bed. Roger pulled the filmmaker into his arms before closing his eyes and snuggling his face into the back of Mark's neck.

"Roger?"

"Goodnight, Mark." Mark smiled and closed his eyes, pressing closer to the warmth behind him.

"Goodnight."

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