Mark would never begrudge Roger the time he spent with Mimi, but he couldn't deny, it was nice to have his friend back. Santa Fe may be the nicest city in the world, but he would have been alone there. No, Mark wouldn't have been alone, but it wouldn't be the same.
So when Roger offered a spot on his couch, well... "Yeah. Yeah, okay, that'd be cool. You know, till I get my feet under me." Okay, maybe he wanted his own space eventually but for now, at least? Well, it might be nice. Give them a chance to catch up. Give Mark some time to get to know the town, figure out survival.
Ugh. Survival. Demon possession? "You know I can't get a tattoo," Mark protested, as if that were the biggest issue at hand. Getting a tattoo meant he couldn't be buried in a Jewish cemetery, after all. And yet, he was beginning to wonder if it would even matter. Apocalypse and all. "What sort of amulet are we talking about? Real demons? What do they do? I mean, if they possess you, what happens?" Not that he wanted to be finding out with any sort of firsthand experience. While parts of this crazy town were amusing, that was definitely a part he didn't want to take a part in.