Roger was just an exercise in trying. He was always trying. He'd tried to step up and be the man Lavender had needed him to be, and that had sort of imploded all over them. So, natch on that. He was trying to be a decent Captain, and that would show with the season, but as of yet, hadn't been so great. And now with Mandy. Something he really wanted. Had wanted for so long. He would fuck this up, again, because he could try a thousand times over, but he would always, inevitably, ruin it. Like everything else. He'd just have to try harder and pray Mandy had enough patience to put up with his stupid arse.
"Please don't go," he said softly, catching her hand when she pulled away. "You never come over. I like you over. If I'd known you would have been home tonight, I would have been more than happy to sit here with you." And it was the truth. Bars and all that didn't have any pull when he was with Mandy. The problem was just when she left him alone too long. "I want you here." He just wanted to hold her, to wrap her up and kiss her neck and prove to her how much he wanted her, always wanted her, but she had every right to be revolted by him.
"Practice isn't for..." he glanced at his watch. "Seven hours. Give me five minutes to wash tonight off and then I want to spend every extra second with you. I don't care if I get any sleep at all. Please, Mandy." He brushed her hair out of her face and gave her a pitiful look. "Don't make me beg. I'm already pathetic enough." And he was going to be hungover as fuck. He could already feel the headache starting.