He finds himself wanting to retort immediately, not every meal, but even as gone as he is (which is a significant amount, enough that his eyes are wandering in every which direction because of the fact that trying to keep focus on one place is impossible, and the effort is making him dizzier more than anything else), he realizes that there's just no point to it. Because if there's anything that's clear in Eduardo's words, it's that 'us-them' sort of mentality. Like the West Coasters, or at least those Eduardo defines as such, are different from the rest of them somehow, in a way where perhaps Mark's never belonged there at all, in Eduardo's eyes.
Well. A difference between the coasts is how they're painting it now, anyway. Mark is sure that it isn't really that. There are plenty of people on Wall Street and plenty of people on the East Coast who are just as pretentious. Whether they don Prada suits (ha, see what he did there?) or whether they decide to get sushi for lunch isn't really the big deal. It's more the widening gap that Eduardo has built in his head ever since he met Sean Parker. Mark's known it for a while. Before even Christy made that remark, of Wardo being possibly jealous. Mark's never believed it to be jealousy, not when the disdain started from before Sean ever landed. He's late, Mark remembers Eduardo saying. Look at all of these things he's done, Mark remembers Eduardo saying. Maybe Google's the real bitch, here.
"It's just a fad," Mark replies at last, deciding and hoping that statement is innocuous enough. "Just like women wearing vintage Chinese dresses to parties was a big fad too, or when flares made their weird little mini-flop comeback. It'll die out. The pretention will, anyway."
He twiddles his fingers, restless, while he sits and waits for those burgers.
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Date: 2011-05-21 02:12 am (UTC)Well. A difference between the coasts is how they're painting it now, anyway. Mark is sure that it isn't really that. There are plenty of people on Wall Street and plenty of people on the East Coast who are just as pretentious. Whether they don Prada suits (ha, see what he did there?) or whether they decide to get sushi for lunch isn't really the big deal. It's more the widening gap that Eduardo has built in his head ever since he met Sean Parker. Mark's known it for a while. Before even Christy made that remark, of Wardo being possibly jealous. Mark's never believed it to be jealousy, not when the disdain started from before Sean ever landed. He's late, Mark remembers Eduardo saying. Look at all of these things he's done, Mark remembers Eduardo saying. Maybe Google's the real bitch, here.
"It's just a fad," Mark replies at last, deciding and hoping that statement is innocuous enough. "Just like women wearing vintage Chinese dresses to parties was a big fad too, or when flares made their weird little mini-flop comeback. It'll die out. The pretention will, anyway."
He twiddles his fingers, restless, while he sits and waits for those burgers.