I'm back! I didn't fall off the face of the earth, I swear. I hope I didn't loose too many people. I have the next chapter already planned out, so it will be up quicker and it'll be longer, I promise. I also revised the earliar chapters, so look back. They're not changed too much.
Disclamer: I don't own RENT, remember?
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"We need to talk." Roger looked up from strumming his guitar on the couch. Mark was sitting next to him.
"About what?" Mark fiddled with his camera before answering.
"About what you did." The musician once again turned his attention to his guitar.
"There's nothing to talk about."
"Yes, there is."
"Like what?"
"Like why you did it. How long you did it before I noticed. If you have ever done it before. There's a lot to be explained." There was a long pause after the filmmaker spoke, when Roger finally broke the silence he didn't even look up.
"I was depressed. The day after Mimi died. Many times. Happy?"
"No. How could I be happy when my best friend almost killed himself and hurt himself when I didn't know about it?"
"You wouldn't have known about it, I've never done it since I've been here. It was before I came to New York." When Roger didn't continue Mark dropped the subject. There was no point in making him mad. He was going to make another attempt at a conversation when there was a knock at the door. The filmmaker took one last look at Roger, who was still fiddling with his guitar, before answering the door.
"Collins!" Mark was surprised, he didn't normally drop by during the day with out a reason. "What are you doing here?"
"Just visiting."
"In the middle of a Wednesday?"
"Am I not allowed too?"
Mark shook his head.
"No, it's just. . . not normal."
Collins shrugged and turned to Roger.
"Hey, Roger."
"Thomas." The musician didn't bother looking up from his guitar. Collins leaned over and whispered in Mark's ear.
"He's in a good mood."
"My fault." He whispered back. Roger gave them a weird look, got up and went to his room, closing the door behind him.
"What did you do?"
They sat on the recently vacated couch. Mark looked sadly at the rock star's closed door.
"I asked him about the cutting."
He nodded in understanding.
"That'll do it."
Mark nodded sadly and looked at the floor.
"So when are you going to tell him?"
He looked at the older man, confused.
"Tell who what?"
"Roger that you love him."
The filmmaker's eyes went wide.
"Wh-what?"
"You heard me."
Collins smiled as Mark's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.
"I-I. . . wh-where. . . wh-what?"
He chuckled.
"Don't deny it, you don't hide it very well."
Mark's eyes went wide again.
"Except from Roger. He doesn't have a clue."
The filmmaker let out a breath of relief. The last thing he wanted was for the ex-rocker to know his feelings. Besides it wasn't a good time, with Roger still getting over Mimi.
"That's good, because I'm not telling him."
"Why not?"
"Well for one, he's still not over Mimi."
"Mark, it's been five months."
"I know."
"You should tell him. Who knows, he might feel the same."
Mark shook his head sadly.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because he's not like that."
"Like what? Gay? You're not either. He could be bi."
The filmmaker gave Collins a sad smile.
"Thanks, but I'm not telling him."
Collins sighed.
"Fine, but this conversation isn't over."
"I know."
They talked for a few more hours before Collins left. Mark saw him out before going to Roger's room. He knocked on the door and called out.
"Roger?"
"What?"
"Can I come in?"
"Yeah."
Mark entered the room and saw the musician laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Mark walked over and sat and down next to him.
"Collins left."
"Hm."
"John is coming for dinner."
"What!"
"I invited him on Monday, remember?"
"No."
"Well he'll be here at five."
"Fine."
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Kag-Kitsune