Yes, Roger was being domestic. It wasn't something he particularly enjoyed, but he knew how crazy this world was and figured it would help Mark to have tea. At least it wasn't being filmed, he would never live it down. Especially if Maureen found out. Oh god, that was something he didn't need happening. Ever. He couldn't stand the bitch to begin with, but if she knew about him being all... nurturing and shit? Well, she would be even more unbearable, if that were even possible.
But then Mark was asking if he was using again and all Roger could do was stare at his best friend in shock before jumping up.
"What?! Fuck no! I've been clean for two years now, I'm not about to fuck with that! Really, Mark?" Pacing some, Roger ran his fingers through his hair in agitation, obviously offended that Mark seemed to think so little of him. That's what it felt like. "Shit, Mark. I'm actually seeing a doctor regularly. Okay, so it was his idea but I'm going along with it."
Letting out a breath, Roger looked to his computer. Well, it would be a culture shock for Mark, but whatever. Moving to the desk, the musician looked to Mark, having calmed down slightly.
"Come over here." As he waited, Roger went to YouTube and typed in RENT, picking La Vie Boheme for their viewing pleasure. Once he was certain Mark was there, Roger clicked play and stepped back so Mark could see for himself that they were indeed in a musical.