It's another statement — there've been so many, now, he's begun to lose count, or at least it feels that way — that Eduardo isn't sure if he's reassured or disheartened by, the implication such that it could go either way. Of course there are more important things than Facebook; he's believed that from the start, the website not so much of a priority as Mark himself. Now, though, in this context, it hurts, he can't deny that. There are more important things than Facebook, but he obviously wasn't one of them, didn't even come close. And while maybe that wasn't a realization that should have been surprising, everything having led up to it, the blow had still been a hard one. He hadn't expected he would rank quite so low. Of course, here and now, there's also the chance that Mark is trying to communicate something with it, in his own backwards way, and Eduardo can't rule that out. He can't hope for it, but while he can't count on much from Mark, earlier conversation has taught him not to underestimate, too. All of it leaves him torn, somewhere in the middle, much like he's been for the majority of the evening. (What is he that Mark could still do this to him, he doesn't know, but it's there and he's unable to ignore it.)
"I believe it," he says after a few seconds, able to give that much regardless of how he interprets the statement. There are more important things than Facebook but he couldn't even compare to that, and still he sits here, knowing full well that he would still give Mark whatever he needed. Maybe he's changed, maybe they both have, but it hasn't been by that much. Taking a bite of his own burger, chewing thoughtfully and then swallowing, he shrugs. "Guess you never know when it comes to the future, though. There's a bookshelf, I bet you might be able to find something that'll give you some information." It's the least he can do. Even here, without internet, he'd guess that Mark would put the website before him.
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Date: 2011-05-21 02:50 am (UTC)"I believe it," he says after a few seconds, able to give that much regardless of how he interprets the statement. There are more important things than Facebook but he couldn't even compare to that, and still he sits here, knowing full well that he would still give Mark whatever he needed. Maybe he's changed, maybe they both have, but it hasn't been by that much. Taking a bite of his own burger, chewing thoughtfully and then swallowing, he shrugs. "Guess you never know when it comes to the future, though. There's a bookshelf, I bet you might be able to find something that'll give you some information." It's the least he can do. Even here, without internet, he'd guess that Mark would put the website before him.