"Maybe they think they're filming here or something. Not all movies are made in New York or Los Angeles, after all." Mark yawned and stretched and was about to suggest he should see about getting a room of his own here, since Roger had obviously wanted away from him as of the last time the pair had spoken.
And he would have, if Roger hadn't misinterpreted Mark's signal. "No!" he yelped, leaning forward as if the subtle movement would stop Roger once he was determined to do something. "I just meant that we saw it and there was someone there and..."
But it was too late. Roger was searching the computer and Mark groaned out loud when he was informed that multiple people had been used to portray his life. That...would take serious getting used to. "Neil Patrick Harris..." he mused out loud. And then burst out laughing. "The guy who played Doogie Howser?? I knew we looked alike but..." Now that was beyond weird. Why had he never considered that? Because it was impossible, that was why.
Leaning his head in his hands, Mark shook his head. "Fucking weird doesn't begin to describe it." Fucking weird was when you met your slut ex-girlfriend's new lesbian lover. This was just plain out there.