Fics like What Are We? (Without Lifetime Guarantees)

“Mark?” Roger called through their apartment as he scoured their kitchen for food. He wrinkled his nose at a suspiciously old looking carton of Pad Thai, and threw it out. “In here!” Mark called from his room. Roger wandered over, peeking his head in the door. “Hey, hey, hey.” “Morning, sunshine.” Mark was pouring over his latest script, cigarette hanging from his lips- this time he was writing a real film, he claimed, not a documentary. “It’s,” Mark checked his watch, “just past noon. That’s pretty darn early for you," he teased, eyes sparkling as he fixed his glasses. Roger shook his head with a laugh. “You don’t sleep, Mark.” This was true- Mark had what he himself had dubbed selective-insomnia, only sleeping when he absolutely needed to. Somehow he stayed impossibly energetic. “You wouldn’t get it, sleep is my only pastime.” Roger joked, glancing back at the kitchen. “We don’t have food.” “We have cigarettes,” Mark swiveled in his chair and held his half-smoked one out to Roger with a grin. “Okay, smart-ass.” - roger stops running. post-canon fluff, angst, and comfort :))

Fics like What Are We? (Without Lifetime Guarantees)

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