not really out of Milliways
Mar. 29th, 2006 10:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_antiangst(A hypothetical follow-up to this thread, because while actually doing it is improbable at best, the thought was too amusing to ignore.)
Roger's having a restless night - Kevin's spare bed isn't the most comfortable thing in the world, and he's half running on adrenaline from the gig anyway. Why he's even trying to sleep right now, he's not sure, but he sees no reason to quit while he's ahead--
"Well. That was fucking stupid of you, wasn't it?"
...No way. Except when he looks, Angel is there, sitting on the end of the bed and looking at Roger like she's waiting for an answer.
"Isn't the damn Oscars," he manages, after staring for a few minutes. "Go away."
"And here I thought you'd be glad to see me. I'm not going anywhere until you pay attention."
"You can't just let me sleep?"
"Mark told me what happened."
"Oh, so you're here to tell me he's in the right after all? I really don't have time for this--"
"Shut up and listen first. Mark thinks he's in the wrong too, but from the sound of it? I'd say you both are. Even if you have a point, your methods leave something to be desired." As usual, she doesn't have to add.
"Like what?"
"So Mark's oblivious sometimes. I'd think, after living with him for God knows how long, you'd know how to work around that by now. Did you even tell him you started the band back up?"
"Of course I--"
"When you were sure you had his full attention?"
"...That's beside the point," Roger says, knowing it's a shit argument.
Angel sighs. "I swear, you're just as bad as he is. It's a wonder you two ever patch things up."
"Don't go holding your breath this time."
"Why not? Mark's more than willing to make amends. He doesn't want to lose you before he has to. He's been genuinely busy, but he would've made time for you if he'd known you had gigs."
"So why was he arguing with me?"
Angel just looks at him. "From what he had to say, you were so busy doing all the arguing that he couldn't even get a word in edgewise. Tell me something, honey, did it even occur to you that he might sincerely be trying to make amends?"
Roger's got nothing to say to that, and so he doesn't.
"Yeah, I thought not. Like I said, that was fucking stupid of you. Maybe you've got a point, but you didn't present it very well."
"Where is he now?"
"In the loft, most likely. I don't think he stuck around the bar, and even if he did, he doesn't usually lose time when he's in there."
"Still don't get that place."
"No one does. But look, don't hold the place against him. There's a few times I really don't know what he would've done without it, and this is one of them."
"Well, I guess. I should... try and patch things up. Sometime."
Angel raises an eyebrow. "If you're not too caught up in your work to even think about it, you mean?"
"That's Mark."
"Well, he seems to have taken over sitting around the loft and brooding, so take that as you will."
"Are you done yet?"
"Pretty much. Consider it payback for not being able to knock sense into you for bugging off on him the first time. Wake up and think on it, will you?"
"What do you mean, wake--" And then Roger wakes up, only to find it's nearly (or just after) dawn, and he doesn't feel very rested at all.
Roger's having a restless night - Kevin's spare bed isn't the most comfortable thing in the world, and he's half running on adrenaline from the gig anyway. Why he's even trying to sleep right now, he's not sure, but he sees no reason to quit while he's ahead--
"Well. That was fucking stupid of you, wasn't it?"
...No way. Except when he looks, Angel is there, sitting on the end of the bed and looking at Roger like she's waiting for an answer.
"Isn't the damn Oscars," he manages, after staring for a few minutes. "Go away."
"And here I thought you'd be glad to see me. I'm not going anywhere until you pay attention."
"You can't just let me sleep?"
"Mark told me what happened."
"Oh, so you're here to tell me he's in the right after all? I really don't have time for this--"
"Shut up and listen first. Mark thinks he's in the wrong too, but from the sound of it? I'd say you both are. Even if you have a point, your methods leave something to be desired." As usual, she doesn't have to add.
"Like what?"
"So Mark's oblivious sometimes. I'd think, after living with him for God knows how long, you'd know how to work around that by now. Did you even tell him you started the band back up?"
"Of course I--"
"When you were sure you had his full attention?"
"...That's beside the point," Roger says, knowing it's a shit argument.
Angel sighs. "I swear, you're just as bad as he is. It's a wonder you two ever patch things up."
"Don't go holding your breath this time."
"Why not? Mark's more than willing to make amends. He doesn't want to lose you before he has to. He's been genuinely busy, but he would've made time for you if he'd known you had gigs."
"So why was he arguing with me?"
Angel just looks at him. "From what he had to say, you were so busy doing all the arguing that he couldn't even get a word in edgewise. Tell me something, honey, did it even occur to you that he might sincerely be trying to make amends?"
Roger's got nothing to say to that, and so he doesn't.
"Yeah, I thought not. Like I said, that was fucking stupid of you. Maybe you've got a point, but you didn't present it very well."
"Where is he now?"
"In the loft, most likely. I don't think he stuck around the bar, and even if he did, he doesn't usually lose time when he's in there."
"Still don't get that place."
"No one does. But look, don't hold the place against him. There's a few times I really don't know what he would've done without it, and this is one of them."
"Well, I guess. I should... try and patch things up. Sometime."
Angel raises an eyebrow. "If you're not too caught up in your work to even think about it, you mean?"
"That's Mark."
"Well, he seems to have taken over sitting around the loft and brooding, so take that as you will."
"Are you done yet?"
"Pretty much. Consider it payback for not being able to knock sense into you for bugging off on him the first time. Wake up and think on it, will you?"
"What do you mean, wake--" And then Roger wakes up, only to find it's nearly (or just after) dawn, and he doesn't feel very rested at all.
