boho w/ camera

Mark's sitting on his bed, in his pajamas, looking rather nervous.

You would be too, if your Greek God of a boyfriend (and we mean the Greek God part literally) was planning on attempting to heal you of AIDS. While your best-friend-who-your-boyfriend-hates-and-recently-blinded/attacked watches... um, metephorically.

"Are you sure this is going to work?"

Mark is cuddled up in his room, under the covers, huddled in a rather large sweatshirt.

He hasn't done this in years, but this is how he likes to react to depression. When he's not trying to kill himeself, obviously.

And it's possible he's been crying.

After this, Mark is locked in his room, holding a box cutter and a sealed envelope. The note inside the envelope is simple:

"Ace -

I love you. So much.

I'm sorry.

Love,
Mark"

He doesn't exactly want to leave a mess, but it's the quickest and surest way he can think of. He hasn't noticed that Li Mei followed him from Ace's room, not that he'd much care if he did.

Yeah, did we mention Mark is suicidal?

Mark opens the door to his room (room 658 or some such) cautiously, peeking around the door to ascertain the extent of embarassment he would suffer if his guest were to come in right away. Surprisingly, to him only, since his friends know he's rather clean, it's not that messy, the only real signs of his months of residence being a jacket on the bed and a 16mm camera on the nightstand. So, deciding he can let other people in, he opens the door and stands aside to let Ace enter.

"Um... well. Here it is."

Mark sighed and tried to escape Maureen's grasp. She was 'resorting to desperate measures', as she put it, and was currently dragging him up the stairs to his old loft... where Roger was.

"Maur, I don't want to talk to him. He doesn't want to talk to me. Why can't you just let us be?" Mark asked.

"Because this is stupid." Maureen answered, stopping in front of the door to the loft. "You two have been best friends for too long - you need to TALK about this. Please?" She bit her lip and looked at him pleadingly. Mark sighed.

"Fine, I'll talk to him." Mark sighed, and reached to open the door. He paused with his hand on the doorknob. "Maureen?"

"Yeah?"

"Wish me luck." Mark tried to smile. Maureen smiled back and kissed him softly on the cheek.

"Good luck." she whispered. Mark took a deep breath, and opened the door...