Mandy had said the word, so here he was, potion in hand. He had remembered at the very last moment before leaving his own flat that she'd mentioned she couldn't find hers and doubled back to get one. He'd had to remind himself several times on his way over not to hunt Oliver down and punch him in the face; Mandy needed him.
Mandy needed him. That shouldn't be a sentence, Roger thought. Oliver Wood was supposed to be a good person; everyone said so. And yet he, Roger Davies, whom everyone believed to be a bad person, a selfish, egotistical person, was here. The world fucking sucked if he was to be considered a better person than Wood.
Roger let himself into her flat and slowly made his way to her side. Her ragged breaths and her position on the floor scared him, but he also didn't want to be seen to be in a panic of his own - that wouldn't help anything at all.
"Hey," he said, once he reached her side, and crouched down before deciding to sod it all and sit on the floor in his suit. "I brought a potion for you."