In the very instant that Eduardo's hand makes contact with Mark's shoulder, the younger man feels his eyes sliding to a close, exhaustion settling into every last bone in his body. Not quite like having Eduardo's apparent fatigue seeping into his body, it's more like his best friend has somehow turned a key, letting Mark tear down all of those walls that he's built around himself, tearing everything down until Mark is perfectly ready to put them up again. There have been multiple instances of this, over the years. It isn't like Mark passes out in front of just anyone. Dustin's great and all, but only Eduardo can be around to witness Mark passing out right in front of his computer, swaying back and forth, vulnerable in both obsession and physically as well. It's a little like this. Reserve is still clearly there, nowhere quite as noticeable as in Eduardo's own stance, but Mark is a man of habit and it isn't hard to stumble back into that lockstep. The harder part is pulling from it, trying to acknowledge that something needs to change, that gears and screws need to be tightened again. The system needs less strain.
It's easier to think of this like that.
(He doesn't bother shrugging that hand away, either. Wardo will pull it away in his own time. Probably.)
With Eduardo's statement, Mark's almost tempted to blurt it out again. He doesn't get it. Doesn't get why reason doesn't always coincide with want, even if Mark knows that it'd be hypocritical of him to say it. He hasn't always wanted what's practical. Erica dumping him, calling him out that all that he's done, it shouldn't bother him as much as it does because some of it isn't deserved (he was just trying to do Erica a favor, suggesting that he could help with her networking, not trying to insult her in the least; some things are just a matter of life), and the rest of it undoubtedly is (he really did fuck up by posting about her in drunken blog posts, didn't he?). And it scares him to think, that no matter how things go now, maybe he's reached out too late back home, maybe he won't even make the attempt back there anyway. It's different back there. They have enough to be self-sufficient. Facebook is a phenomenon. Here, Mark needs him, and that need is keeping Eduardo around regardless of personal comfort, forcing them together long enough to let some of the bad blood out.
Mark turns his gaze to peer at Eduardo then, lips calmly pressed shut, no indication on his part of wanting to say anything to that effect. Then again, he thinks. Even in the worst of times, even with the threat of forked roads taking each further and further away from one another, Wardo still had his back.
Those fucking Winklevii never knew what hit them.
"Let's get burgers," he agrees, pushing aside the thought that aside from the settlement, there hasn't been anything. His life is just patching up bugs, facilitating facebook functionality, but there's... nothing, outside of that. Sean's parties have lost their luster. Everything runs on its own. Mark himself probably isn't even necessary at this point. "And you can tell me how the quality of life compares, here on this crazy tropical dystopia."
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Date: 2011-05-20 05:39 am (UTC)It's easier to think of this like that.
(He doesn't bother shrugging that hand away, either. Wardo will pull it away in his own time. Probably.)
With Eduardo's statement, Mark's almost tempted to blurt it out again. He doesn't get it. Doesn't get why reason doesn't always coincide with want, even if Mark knows that it'd be hypocritical of him to say it. He hasn't always wanted what's practical. Erica dumping him, calling him out that all that he's done, it shouldn't bother him as much as it does because some of it isn't deserved (he was just trying to do Erica a favor, suggesting that he could help with her networking, not trying to insult her in the least; some things are just a matter of life), and the rest of it undoubtedly is (he really did fuck up by posting about her in drunken blog posts, didn't he?). And it scares him to think, that no matter how things go now, maybe he's reached out too late back home, maybe he won't even make the attempt back there anyway. It's different back there. They have enough to be self-sufficient. Facebook is a phenomenon. Here, Mark needs him, and that need is keeping Eduardo around regardless of personal comfort, forcing them together long enough to let some of the bad blood out.
Mark turns his gaze to peer at Eduardo then, lips calmly pressed shut, no indication on his part of wanting to say anything to that effect. Then again, he thinks. Even in the worst of times, even with the threat of forked roads taking each further and further away from one another, Wardo still had his back.
Those fucking Winklevii never knew what hit them.
"Let's get burgers," he agrees, pushing aside the thought that aside from the settlement, there hasn't been anything. His life is just patching up bugs, facilitating facebook functionality, but there's... nothing, outside of that. Sean's parties have lost their luster. Everything runs on its own. Mark himself probably isn't even necessary at this point. "And you can tell me how the quality of life compares, here on this crazy tropical dystopia."