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Heads, you're a moron.

Tails, what the hell were you thinking?

...Mark. Its not...

this isn't...

You don't understand.

Yeah, ok.

You're right, I'm so stupid. I don't understand why you'd want to go back to the drugs, back to what made you sick in the first place, back to what made you something you're not.

Silly me.

Its not even like that. Drugs aren't what made me sick. I never used other people's needles and shit. Things are just getting so hard to deal with and like... I dont know...

So you're going to take the coward's way out.

Again.

Fuck you Mark.

No, Roger. Fuck you. You're acting like a damn child.

*Stares Mark down for a moment before grabbing his jacket, and his keys just before storming out and slamming the door behind him.*

*rolls eyes and opens the door, chasing after him* Come back here, Roger!

Keys jingling gently as he walked, Roger gave his own eyeroll before starting down the stairs at a quick pace. "Beat it Mark,"

"Roger..." Mark followed him down the stairs. "Damn it, slow down!"

Finally the musician came to a halt and whipped around at the base of a flight of stairs. "What?" He shot back to his roommate, his stone blue eyes looking tired and edgy.

Mark literally ran in to Roger as he stopped. "It's the middle of the night, where are you going to go, huh? Rog...why did you get the drugs?"

"It doesnt matter where I'm gonna go." He answered back. "Who cares? " He said reaching a hand up to wipe at his nose a bit as he sniffled. "I told you I don't know...I mean.. I was out the other night...and I ran into Todd. You know? And..." Roger faded out with a cough. "Its not like I went looking for the drugs."

Mark sighed. "Roger...just give me the drugs. Please?"

Roger glanced down at the ground and shook his head, his hand clutching tighter around the bag he had been fingering in his jacket pocket. "No."

"Don't make me fight you for them!"

Roger managed a bitter laugh. "You can try." He said with a smirk. They both knew how this would end.

"Rog...please." Mark sighed. "Just...get rid of them."

Roger didnt know what to say. He wasn't giving them up. So instead he just turned from Mark without a word and continued down the stairs.

"Asshole. Fine. Do whatever the fuck you want."

And without a word the door to the building closed with a bang.

The real question is whether or not you'd actually listen. If you want to do something bad enough, justifying it is only the first step.

You sound like a friend of mine...

Hm. I hate sounding like people.

Sorry. It was a compliment.

Cool. I guess it's okay then.