There's Only Now, There's Only This: NO DAY BUT TODAY
Mark watched as Roger wrapped his arms around Mimi, pulling her close.
He pulled from Collins' grasp and went about turning his projector off, smiling at Joanne and Maureen, who were also holding each other in a tight embrace.
He caught Collins' eyes and smiled shyly.
Collins chuckled, shaking his head.
"Jealous, dear boy?" he teased.
Mark blanched, sneering.
"Of what?" he shot back, falling to the couch with a content sigh.
Collins appeared in front of him, looking down at him.
"It's okay, you know. Being alone." he pointed out.
Mark blushed, his jaw dropping.
"I'm sorry, Collins, I didn't mean to bring that up." he said in reference to Angel's death.
Collins shrugged, falling next to Mark, patting at his knee.
"It's okay, boyo. It's okay." he insisted, his eyes twinkling.
"What do you say we hit the Life?" Maureen's voice rang out.
Mark and Collins craned their necks towards Maureen, who had pulled away from Joanne and had wrapped her arms around Mimi, resting her head on the dancer's shoulders.
Mark looked to Collins, craning his eyebrows.
Collins shrugged listlessly in response.
Mark shriveled his face up in thought.
"Are you okay to go out, Meems?" Roger questioned, leaning in and kissing Mimi's forehead.
"I'm fine, babe." she replied, leaning in and kissing Roger softly on the lips, pulling back and licking at her own.
Mark sighed at the same time as Collins, sharing a silent laugh with the anarchist.
Roger's eyes shot towards Mark and Collins, frowning.
"We going to the Life or not?" Maureen whined, pulling away from Mimi and walking over to Collins and Mark, placing her hands on the couch and peering down at the two.