Roger wasn't really sure why he'd felt so compelled to write everything that he had. By all rights, he probably should have just written it and then burned the paper- get it out of his head, but not let anyone else know... But no. It was out there, and it was done. So when Padma came to find him, Roger didn't put up much fuss- they needed this time, and he needed her just as much.
Sighing, Roger leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Padma's forehead. A hand came up, cupping her cheek for a moment, and offering her a faint smile. "I'll be alright, Padma," he offered. "I will." He had to be, right?