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"Look, if she's gonna be upset with anyone, its gonna be me, not you." Roger promised.

Still Doyle was on edge being here. After all, this was Roger's room. Not his. Not their room. It was just weird.

He didn't feel like himself. He'd been in that room of his for 20 years now. It was home. It was such a shock to his system.

"I dunno. Olivia hates me." Doyle winced.

"No, she doesn't. She hardly knows you. She has to be grateful she's got a place to stay. Anyway. Her great Aunt kicked her out. Her parents won't talk to her and she's got Ravi. Now. Enough said. Just don't worry." Roger sat next to him and rested  has hand on Doyle's back. It was a slight comfort. Doyle leaned in.

He guessed Roger was right about Olivia. Seriously, Doyle was over reacting, now wasn't he? Wasn't he? Possibly, not trying to think of his Mom and how she'd acted about the whole thing. Seeing them. Together. OK, they(he and Roger) had been naked and yes, he had never ever been in a situation like that. And it was hard to shake the threat he could have given her a heart attack. But he hadn't tried to call.

"You know, what we need to do, is go shopping." Roger was so matter of fact. As if that would take their minds off the dread of this. Start new. Fresh.

Doyle just looked at him.

"Are you serious?" 

"Yeah? It'll be fun. Our stuff. We'll make this our room." He was so sincere.

"Roger, I want my stuff. Not new stuff. OK." Doyle had to think of a way to get it.

"Sure." Roger just nodded. "Guess, we'll need Olivia's help, after all."

"Why?"

"She has a way of calling a truce, you see, and she could talk her way in or out of anything, even with a lisp. People, get one look at that smile of hers and well, they don't even have to know what she really said. They just say yes to pretty much anything." Roger told him.

"Well, it would be nice to get my things." Doyle missed his old comforter.