Were it not for how drunk Mark seems to be, Eduardo would have to wonder if all of this is deliberate, if the continued choice of word is meant to elicit a response from him, make him apologize for something he can't decide if he's sorry for or not. (As it stands, he is and he isn't. On the one hand, it was a huge scene to be making, atypical for him; he destroyed a fairly valuable computer and plenty of people saw, reason enough, on both counts, for him to be remorseful. On the other, it was a long time coming, and Mark deserved it, and especially now that he can feel himself backpedaling otherwise, it seems important to hold on to that one thing, that instant where he was entitled and felt like it with every fiber of his being.) Whether intentional or not — and, in part, because he can't figure out if there's a chance it might be — it leaves him feeling decidedly uncomfortable, unsure of where to go, what point to try to make. This shouldn't seem so awkward, but it's just as much his fault that it is.
"Not that it makes a difference here, anyway," he offers, an attempt at appeasement of sorts, a middle ground that, he hopes, they can reconnect over. It's stupid, so stupid, to be grabbing at whatever scraps he can get, but really, it's just business as usual. "I'm sure you're right, though. I mean, those things never last, right?" On the island, they've never seemed to have any concerns of that nature at all, though Eduardo isn't sure whether that has to do with the limited resources or the fact that people here just don't care, one seeming as plausible as the other, given what else they obviously don't care about. There's also the fact that some things aren't fads at all, what knowledge he's gained of the future enough to make him aware of the fact that Facebook only grows, even after the time Mark's come from. He just isn't sure if it would be a bad idea or not, mentioning the company, so for now, he holds his tongue.
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Date: 2011-05-21 02:15 am (UTC)"Not that it makes a difference here, anyway," he offers, an attempt at appeasement of sorts, a middle ground that, he hopes, they can reconnect over. It's stupid, so stupid, to be grabbing at whatever scraps he can get, but really, it's just business as usual. "I'm sure you're right, though. I mean, those things never last, right?" On the island, they've never seemed to have any concerns of that nature at all, though Eduardo isn't sure whether that has to do with the limited resources or the fact that people here just don't care, one seeming as plausible as the other, given what else they obviously don't care about. There's also the fact that some things aren't fads at all, what knowledge he's gained of the future enough to make him aware of the fact that Facebook only grows, even after the time Mark's come from. He just isn't sure if it would be a bad idea or not, mentioning the company, so for now, he holds his tongue.