"Alphabet City," Mark explains. "But east 11th Street and Avenue B is technically where I live." He has a weird feeling about Billy. Corporate pencil-pusher, sure, but something else. He's got a knack. He's got something, a spark. Sheltered, wanting to yearn for more.
Well, looks like he's gonna get it. He slows down near the empty lot by their house, tents for the homeless crammed in every single area. Mark calmly gets off his bike, waits for Billy to do the same, and snatches the eviction notice pasted on the door without even looking at it. It goes straight into the trash, Mark lifts up his bike by the frame, and unlocks the door with one smooth motion. The door screeches but it doesn't seem to bother him. What bothers him is the man on the steps, leather jacket and plaid pants, picking notes on an acoustic guitar.
"You should be inside."
"Temperature's the same here. Who's the guy?"
"Just get up the stairs, Roger."
"New boyfriend?"
"No, and before you harp on my non-existent love life can you move so I can stop carrying this bike?"
Roger, laughing despite how pale he was, carefully hoists himself up so Mark can pass. All it takes is a quick grin, a small 'hey,' to Billy before he's trying to move up the stairs on his own. Mark knows better than to help him with this stuff--Roger has his pride. He'll die before he's completely babied.
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Well, looks like he's gonna get it. He slows down near the empty lot by their house, tents for the homeless crammed in every single area. Mark calmly gets off his bike, waits for Billy to do the same, and snatches the eviction notice pasted on the door without even looking at it. It goes straight into the trash, Mark lifts up his bike by the frame, and unlocks the door with one smooth motion. The door screeches but it doesn't seem to bother him. What bothers him is the man on the steps, leather jacket and plaid pants, picking notes on an acoustic guitar.
"You should be inside."
"Temperature's the same here. Who's the guy?"
"Just get up the stairs, Roger."
"New boyfriend?"
"No, and before you harp on my non-existent love life can you move so I can stop carrying this bike?"
Roger, laughing despite how pale he was, carefully hoists himself up so Mark can pass. All it takes is a quick grin, a small 'hey,' to Billy before he's trying to move up the stairs on his own. Mark knows better than to help him with this stuff--Roger has his pride. He'll die before he's completely babied.