"A fever you can't sweat out," Mark remembers his words clearly. He notices, this time--Billy's strange look of disappointment. The sudden retraction of the letter, like this was a bad idea. Mark hmmm's for a second before glancing around.

Billy's accent and how jumpy he was was probably because he was out of town. Maybe devoted all of his time to his work, like mark does when he's not chasing imaginary musicians. It stands to reason the way he's dressed that he probably lives by here but definitely not alphabet city. Which means...

Oh.

Billy thinks Mark is trying to dupe him. Well. Mark decides to put and end to that, and suddenly looks down his bicycle, up and Billy, and raises a mischievous eyebrow.

"Looks like I'll deliver you to Roger, then." He's settling on his bicycle, shifting slightly forward so billy could stand and ride behind him. All he has to so is grab the others shoulders. "Mark Cohens delivery service to Alphabet City, round trip with no scenic stops due to a crushing time restraint as set by America the Corporate Thug. "