Mark stared. For once, things were going alright. For once, things were looking up. There had to be a catch, there just had to be, but--but he so very wanted to believe this was true.
He has to stay guarded with things. Mark knows this, knows he has a problem with this. Too much of an observer, waiting for the moment the plot twist happens to realize it happens to him. He wants to be suspicious. Wary.
Mark starts to laugh. "Mark. Mark Cohen, I--oh, God. Even just trying. I can't thank you enough--" He digs through his pockets, wishing he had business cards or something cool like that. Eventually, he finds an eyeliner pencil (Angel borrowing his pants no doubt) and a receipt for a pharmacy from picking up Roger's prescription.
He writes the number with a quick 'Mark & Roger - camera guy' so the other would remember who he was. He doesn't realize he's laughing and smiling.
"Here. Here, just... Wow. I was ready to just give up today, and this..." This is fate.
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He has to stay guarded with things. Mark knows this, knows he has a problem with this. Too much of an observer, waiting for the moment the plot twist happens to realize it happens to him. He wants to be suspicious. Wary.
Mark starts to laugh. "Mark. Mark Cohen, I--oh, God. Even just trying. I can't thank you enough--" He digs through his pockets, wishing he had business cards or something cool like that. Eventually, he finds an eyeliner pencil (Angel borrowing his pants no doubt) and a receipt for a pharmacy from picking up Roger's prescription.
He writes the number with a quick 'Mark & Roger - camera guy' so the other would remember who he was. He doesn't realize he's laughing and smiling.
"Here. Here, just... Wow. I was ready to just give up today, and this..." This is fate.