"Make that two beers and two burgers, then," Eduardo says, looking up at the waitress once more, with a crooked, apologetic smile. Whatever point Mark is trying to make, of which there may not even be one, it isn't anything some girl on the waitstaff just trying to take their order needs to be privy to, and he's almost tempted to outright say he's sorry for it, but he bites his tongue, figuring that it would probably come across as an insult to Mark more than anything else. Eduardo is used to this, his tendency to ramble and the way he gets when he's drunk; it's just that other people aren't. If anything, it provides further justification for his sitting here now. He might not know Mark as well as he thought he did, but he does know that Mark doesn't like feeling isolated or less than. Some people here, he suspects they might not have the patience for Mark, and he should at least have one person who gets him, to smooth things over when necessary. Maybe it's more than he deserves from Eduardo, but at least it provides a little more reasoning for his unwillingness to walk away and leave Mark to his own devices. To do that could negatively impact Mark or whomever he comes into contact with whom he just happens to piss off. Whether or not it's more responsibility than he needs to be taking on, it doesn't really matter. At least it's some sort of logic, making Eduardo feel marginally less crazy for still sitting here, intent on making the best of whatever they can manage. (It's still probably insane.)
Turning to Mark as the waitress walks away, Eduardo simply looks at him for a couple of seconds, one corner of his mouth still higher than the other. With such a drawn-out metaphor, it doesn't seem important to point out that he probably wouldn't have dragged Mark anywhere; more likely would be the other way around, except with less dragging and more of Eduardo following along willingly. It's the same thing now, but it's irrelevant, anyway, not really relating to what was being said in the first place. It's the last comment that he sees more fit to mention, a dry laugh escaping him as he shakes his head. "Sushi and salads, huh?" he asks dryly, shaking his head. To him, it sounds pretty fucking pretentious, but he has the sense enough not to say so, mostly because he's still stuck wondering if Mark meant to reference their last conversation before this or not. (After four years, he reminds himself, it would be unlikely, but coming from a fucking deposition, there's a chance it's all still fresh in his mind anyway.) "I don't know, I guess there's nothing wrong with sushi and salads, but you've got to have some variety. That's one thing they manage to do well here, despite the obvious limitations."
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Date: 2011-05-21 01:36 am (UTC)Turning to Mark as the waitress walks away, Eduardo simply looks at him for a couple of seconds, one corner of his mouth still higher than the other. With such a drawn-out metaphor, it doesn't seem important to point out that he probably wouldn't have dragged Mark anywhere; more likely would be the other way around, except with less dragging and more of Eduardo following along willingly. It's the same thing now, but it's irrelevant, anyway, not really relating to what was being said in the first place. It's the last comment that he sees more fit to mention, a dry laugh escaping him as he shakes his head. "Sushi and salads, huh?" he asks dryly, shaking his head. To him, it sounds pretty fucking pretentious, but he has the sense enough not to say so, mostly because he's still stuck wondering if Mark meant to reference their last conversation before this or not. (After four years, he reminds himself, it would be unlikely, but coming from a fucking deposition, there's a chance it's all still fresh in his mind anyway.) "I don't know, I guess there's nothing wrong with sushi and salads, but you've got to have some variety. That's one thing they manage to do well here, despite the obvious limitations."