RENT: Patterns
Title: Patterns
Characters/Pairing: Roger and Mark
Word Count: 162
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Things have fallen into a sort of pattern, since April died.
Notes: Written for zorabet for a drabble request meme.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rent or any of its characters, which I think we've been over a few times now.
Mark watched in silence as Roger sat there on the couch, staring off at nothing, tapping his fingers on his leg. He wondered if he ought to ask what Roger was thinking about, if he ought to ask if there was something he could do... On the other hand, asking might well get him snapped at, and that had happened often enough the past few days he'd like to avoid it as much as possible.
Abruptly, Roger pushed himself off the couch and walked across the room to the window and back, pacing like a restless tiger. Mark followed him with his eyes, an endless pattern back and forth. Life here in the loft had fallen into a similar pattern since April died, since Roger started to detox. Monotonous and painful and pointless... Mark hoped that when the withdrawal was past, when all this was over, things would go back to normal. He hoped, but didn't quite believe it would ever happen.
Characters/Pairing: Roger and Mark
Word Count: 162
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Things have fallen into a sort of pattern, since April died.
Notes: Written for zorabet for a drabble request meme.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rent or any of its characters, which I think we've been over a few times now.
Mark watched in silence as Roger sat there on the couch, staring off at nothing, tapping his fingers on his leg. He wondered if he ought to ask what Roger was thinking about, if he ought to ask if there was something he could do... On the other hand, asking might well get him snapped at, and that had happened often enough the past few days he'd like to avoid it as much as possible.
Abruptly, Roger pushed himself off the couch and walked across the room to the window and back, pacing like a restless tiger. Mark followed him with his eyes, an endless pattern back and forth. Life here in the loft had fallen into a similar pattern since April died, since Roger started to detox. Monotonous and painful and pointless... Mark hoped that when the withdrawal was past, when all this was over, things would go back to normal. He hoped, but didn't quite believe it would ever happen.