<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"Lucky you, right?" Roger snorted. "I'm all you got." The insinuation was a little self deprecating, but a sentiment that he figured most people would have. He'd fucked up most things in his life and if the world hadn't taken a nose dive, he probably would still be fucking things up.<br/>
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"Give me at least one night," he shifted to put his plate aside to resettle himself. He like the closeness they were having, he liked the touch; probably more than George realized or would be comfortable with and the shift had been necessary to hide the physical effect it had on him. In his mind he knew George wasn't like him, but some of George's subtle mannerisms, especially just then, felt like flirtations. Roger knew better, but that didn't do anything to abate arousal that followed.<br/>
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"I just want one night out of this place. I mean, if that fits the definition of 'We can stay gone as long as you want, but we shouldn’t be gone too long,' Roger smirked then shoved the other man firmly. "Now get out of my room. I'm going to get more sleep since I'll know you're going to come knocking at the ass crack of dawn to get rolling."</span>