"Yeah, it's bad ass, it has that going for it." But Roger knew what Mark meant. Why the hell were they involved in this battle? Sure, Roger could hold his own in a fight, but a supernatural fight? That was something else entirely. Something Roger still didn't know how to handle even with the classes the complex offered. Speaking of which...
"Well, the complex has classes to help us fight and know what to do when the crazy shit happens. Not like it always helps given the Seal is temperamental as fuck and you never know what's going to come out of it. But it helps."
Leaning back, Roger smirked at Mark.
"Might not need me to kick ass for you." It was an attempt to lighten the mood. All this talk of demons and shit was depressing as hell. They had enough angst in their lives. And if you couldn't laugh at the end of the world? Well, why fight? Yes. This was Roger. Mr. Negative because he was HIV Positive. But Angel had taught him to enjoy each moment, to laugh. Oh sure, Mimi helped, but with all her baggage and detoxing, it was really Angel. Angel was always happy, even when she'd been dying. Holding onto her precious moments..... Roger hoped one day he could have that. For now, he would just try to find a way to laugh with Mark despite all the bullshit they were facing.