Mark could have taken care of himself just fine, thanks. Or at least, that's what he told himself when he shook himself as his 'rescuer' jumped into the fray. If he hadn't been so confused already, he might have at least stood a chance.
But he didn't get much chance to think about that. What he did get to think about was who had just jumped in to save him. It wasn't hard to recognize him. No one knew Roger Davis like Mark did. They'd seen good and bad together and recently, mostly bad. But the deja vu feeling of having the younger man step in and take on a bunch of overgrown schoolyard bullies was overwhelming.
Unlike Roger, it hadn't been a long time since Mark had seen him. It had, in fact, only been a few minutes, less than an hour tops. And they certainly hadn't been in a hugging mood. So when Roger pulled Mark in for a quick squeeze, he had to tense. This just felt...weird.
Of course, then the familiar teasing tone popped up and the barest of smiles crossed Mark's face. Sure, he'd been all but ready to throw his own punches earlier, particularly at Roger. But he had just saved his life, after all. Or, well, at least his face. But he could only think of one thing to say: "What the hell's going on?"