Expensive could be a problem, though a childish, optimistic part of Mark still believed both of them had their big breaks coming to them. Dangerous, well... If it came to it, if he grew as desperate as Angel had been towards the end, then who cared? It was better than just up and dying and letting your body give up. It was something to consider.
"Fine," he conceded. Out loud, at least. In his head, he was determined. "But still, you said treatments had improved. You could have added years to your life by being here!" His fingers itched to record the conversation, to get Roger's feelings about the whole thing on film. It was only their recent (for him) argument and the all too familiar annoyed look on Roger's face when the camera got turned on him that kept the well-loved camera on the table instead of rolling.
As often as Mark defended Maureen, Roger was absolutely right. She was way too dramatic and over the top to not notice she was missing. "And it doesn't occur to you to ask these things? I swear, Roger, sometimes I think you'd be just as happy in a hole with your guitar."