Mark wasn't stupid, anymore than he was crazy. He knew Maureen was bad for him. Hell, he was just lucky he hadn't picked up some gross STD from her if he was being honest. But Roger couldn't understand the hold the woman had on him. For their differences, it was one reason Mark really liked Joanne. She understood. Maureen was charisma and fire and passion and unfortunately, she was that way with nearly everyone she met. When she hooked you, she hooked you hard.
But he was (mostly) over that. He had to fight the wince that crossed his face when Roger reminded him of Maureen putting the moves on him. That had been breakup number, what, a thousand? "I'm just glad to have someone else around," he admitted, shrugging. Would he rather it be Collins, maybe round out their little trio? Definitely. Or Mimi, so Roger could work things out with her before the world apparently ended. But at least it was someone he knew.
"So after me, then. You were going to come home?" Okay, call him a sentimental sappy idiot. He'd known, even as they'd hurled insults at each other, that he was going to be devastated to lose Roger.