Roger, though, can't quite process it. He's not sure if they're shitting him, but he glances from Billy to Mark to Billy and back to Mark, who can't help the small grin on his face as he raises an eyebrow.
"This is for real," Roger sets his guitar down, one last nervous look at Mark. "What the hell did you--"
"Roger."
Roger's hands were shaking, but that had nothing to do with his disease or how much medication he was taking. Mark was curious, too, and he leans in just a bit, still holding his camera.
"You know CHAOS? What are they like?" And he opens his hands to accept the gift.
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"Just take it."
Roger, though, can't quite process it. He's not sure if they're shitting him, but he glances from Billy to Mark to Billy and back to Mark, who can't help the small grin on his face as he raises an eyebrow.
"This is for real," Roger sets his guitar down, one last nervous look at Mark. "What the hell did you--"
"Roger."
Roger's hands were shaking, but that had nothing to do with his disease or how much medication he was taking. Mark was curious, too, and he leans in just a bit, still holding his camera.
"You know CHAOS? What are they like?" And he opens his hands to accept the gift.