Roger expected that. He'd be worried if Mark didn't ask that, actually. After all, this really was not the most normal of situations. Oh, he had noticed the tensing of his best friend, but Roger ignored it. Mostly because he was used to the whole... different time lines thing thanks to the bitch. But it still felt good to have Mark around. Because maybe things would get semi-normal now that Roger had a familiar face around that wasn't out to piss him off. And at least Mark had someone familiar with both his world and this world to help him out.
"You won't believe me, but c'mon. I'll take you to where I'm staying so I can explain." Motioning for the film maker to follow, Roger led the two bohemians from the alleyway and back towards the complex. Well, at least he had tea for Mark to drink. That would help calm his best friend. Or so the hope was.
Once inside, Roger motioned for Mark to make himself at home before heading to the kitchen and making the tea. The question was how to explain this. It wasn't like it was something easy to say. And Roger wasn't exactly known for his tact. But he would try. If he was right, Mark would still be reeling from the death of Angel. That was no place to come into this. Sitting opposite of Mark, Roger sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Okay. Where to start. Well. We're in Lawrence, Kansas. It's June 3, 2011. I don't know what Jews say about the end of the world or what not, but that's basically where we are. Apocalypse and all that shit. Some mythical seal broke and is dragging people from different dimensions to this place to fight in some epic battle of good and evil. Crazy shit happens, and we're from a fucking musical called RENT. So we're not even real. We're fucking characters."
Shaking his head, Roger sipped his own tea, looking out to the window.
"Anyway, this place is free for the fucked over like us. Protection symbols and shit to keep demons and angels out."