"Yes, well. I'd beat your door down if I wasn't already inside," Roger added, the cheeky smile returning to his lips.
"All the more reason to party." Frowning a little, Roger nodded. He didn't like to think about that, or the slight twinge in his neck. "Speaking of which, I should probably thing about going back," Roger muttered, stabbing at his eggs for a moment. Why did part of him want to stay with Mel?