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Roger Davis doesn't pay rent (glorifiedsong) wrote in wariscoming,

Mark's comment on being able to take care of himself caused Roger to quirk an unbelieving brow. Mark, take care of himself? That was just hilarious. And Mark seemed to realize it as well as he was laughing, which got Roger to laugh as well. How long had it been since the two had really been able to laugh at something together? Roger with his brooding and all. Yes, he'd gotten better in knowing Angel and Mimi, but still, it wasn't often as he was then helping Mimi with her constant relapses, watching Angel fade away in those last months... knowing it could be him next. But to actually laugh? That was something.

"Hmm? Oh. Right." For all of his taking care of Mark, Roger really didn't do so great at taking care of himself. He took his medicine, went to his appointments, but simple things like taking care of a bruise? That tended to escape him. Making his way to the kitchen, Roger made an ice pack and returned to the living room, with it on his face. Just in time for the question about the doctor.

"Yeah. I'm okay. Still taking my medicine, he just wants to keep on top of it. Apparently this place made advancements in medicine. Read an article about a guy that was cured even. But I'm not holding my breath that it will be an option for me."

Roger never was an optimist. He was a realist. Or pessimist. Either way.