OOM: She's got a new man? Well, no.
Jul. 20th, 2006 02:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bohemian_mark"Roger, you got a few minutes?" Mark leaned on the doorjamb to his room, watching his roommate on the couch. For once, it was almost peaceful in the Loft.
Roger's expression was surprised, a hint of concern actually crossing his face, as he put down his notebook. "'Course I have time for you, man. What's going on? I haven't seen you this confused in ages."
Leaving the doorframe, Mark flopped in his chair. "I don't know. I think I just messed up really fucking badly. But for once, it's something that, as much as I don't want to admit it, I want."
(Love's just one of those things. When you learn what it is, you just can't let it go, no matter what happens. It's worth it.)
Roger just stared at Mark, slightly open-mouthed as the filmmaker explained, in rather painfully flail-y detail was had happened the night before in the Bar. Eventually, as Mark finished the story, Roger finally found his voice. "First, man, Maureen's rubbed off on you a bit too damn much for my taste, and next time I see her, I'm liable to tell her so. Second, you have to make a choice. You say this girl's from the future, and Vegas? Think about it. It's gonna be hard. Then again, Angel and Collins seem to make it work, and Angel's rather dead."
(And it really is wonderful meeting so many different people here. Finding family, in many ways.)
"It's different, Roger. I can talk to her. Hell, I can talk to her more than I think I've been able to talk to just about anyone. There's just something about her, something I can't explain. It's a connection, something I can't exactly explain. I'm comfortable with her, I can actually let myself be myself around her. I don't care if she knows the shit I've done, or the shit that's happened to me." Mark sighs. "I don't want to mess things up for her. Hell, she was dating someone. And I shouldn't have kissed her back, I should have just said something...."
(Beginnings are strange sometimes. Especially when you don't realize it's the beginning of anything.)
"Shut up for once, Mark, and listen to yourself." Roger cut Mark off, eyeing his roommate harshly. "You're basically telling me that this girl's the best thing that's ever happened to you, perhaps even better than getting that damned camera, and then in the same breath, you say that you should have pushed her away? These things don't happen twice. It's only damn luck that got Mimi back for me. Hell, I don't deserve her, the amount of times that I've pushed her away." Roger sighed, and put a hand on Mark's shoulder. "You're too selfless. Do something for yourself for once, man. You keep saying that you feel like the witness, that you feel disjointed from the world. Take the opportunity, Mark. And know that if she hurts you, I'll kick her ass, proto-cop or not."
(Neither of us expected anything. Found so much more.)
"You know, Roger, when you're right, you're really damn fucking right." Mark reached over and hugged his roommate tightly.
"Hey. someone has to kick your ass sometimes. I've just been doing it for the longest. Chin up, man. And I'm proud of you. Go see where the hell Maureen is now. I think you have a situation to get in order." Roger grinned at Mark, one of his few true bright smiles.
Mark hugged Roger again, then got up and went over to the fridge. Perhaps this wasn't as bad as it all seemed. Or perhaps it was going to be worse, and explode even more in his face. Things had a tendancy of doing that.
[OOC: Whitetext from Mark and Sara's first thread.]
Roger's expression was surprised, a hint of concern actually crossing his face, as he put down his notebook. "'Course I have time for you, man. What's going on? I haven't seen you this confused in ages."
Leaving the doorframe, Mark flopped in his chair. "I don't know. I think I just messed up really fucking badly. But for once, it's something that, as much as I don't want to admit it, I want."
(Love's just one of those things. When you learn what it is, you just can't let it go, no matter what happens. It's worth it.)
Roger just stared at Mark, slightly open-mouthed as the filmmaker explained, in rather painfully flail-y detail was had happened the night before in the Bar. Eventually, as Mark finished the story, Roger finally found his voice. "First, man, Maureen's rubbed off on you a bit too damn much for my taste, and next time I see her, I'm liable to tell her so. Second, you have to make a choice. You say this girl's from the future, and Vegas? Think about it. It's gonna be hard. Then again, Angel and Collins seem to make it work, and Angel's rather dead."
(And it really is wonderful meeting so many different people here. Finding family, in many ways.)
"It's different, Roger. I can talk to her. Hell, I can talk to her more than I think I've been able to talk to just about anyone. There's just something about her, something I can't explain. It's a connection, something I can't exactly explain. I'm comfortable with her, I can actually let myself be myself around her. I don't care if she knows the shit I've done, or the shit that's happened to me." Mark sighs. "I don't want to mess things up for her. Hell, she was dating someone. And I shouldn't have kissed her back, I should have just said something...."
(Beginnings are strange sometimes. Especially when you don't realize it's the beginning of anything.)
"Shut up for once, Mark, and listen to yourself." Roger cut Mark off, eyeing his roommate harshly. "You're basically telling me that this girl's the best thing that's ever happened to you, perhaps even better than getting that damned camera, and then in the same breath, you say that you should have pushed her away? These things don't happen twice. It's only damn luck that got Mimi back for me. Hell, I don't deserve her, the amount of times that I've pushed her away." Roger sighed, and put a hand on Mark's shoulder. "You're too selfless. Do something for yourself for once, man. You keep saying that you feel like the witness, that you feel disjointed from the world. Take the opportunity, Mark. And know that if she hurts you, I'll kick her ass, proto-cop or not."
(Neither of us expected anything. Found so much more.)
"You know, Roger, when you're right, you're really damn fucking right." Mark reached over and hugged his roommate tightly.
"Hey. someone has to kick your ass sometimes. I've just been doing it for the longest. Chin up, man. And I'm proud of you. Go see where the hell Maureen is now. I think you have a situation to get in order." Roger grinned at Mark, one of his few true bright smiles.
Mark hugged Roger again, then got up and went over to the fridge. Perhaps this wasn't as bad as it all seemed. Or perhaps it was going to be worse, and explode even more in his face. Things had a tendancy of doing that.
[OOC: Whitetext from Mark and Sara's first thread.]
