Maybe he should be using his time right now to glean every last bit of information from Wardo, get it in a way that he can understand, put in plain terms that don't just swim around the subject and never land (that's something that Mark expects from most of society, flailing around in their incompetence, but Eduardo can do better than that). Then again, information about this island can be tugged out from any one of those two hundred and fifty others living on it, and without the internet to keep him occupied in the interim, time isn't something Mark should mind sparing. Because if Eduardo says they'll be on the island for a while, then Mark's sure that he will be, if perhaps not as long as his best friend (former?) is expecting. What Mark's quickly running short of, so aware of it that the fact digs into his skin, is time with Eduardo.
After all, Mark doesn't think that Eduardo will stay, not really, once he heads back to Palo Alto. The scars have healed over, the walls built high during the deposition, and what leaves Mark with now is a choice. Does he want Eduardo around for any amount of time?
Well, that's an easier answer than he expects. Yes. And that means that the functioning of this island doesn't matter one damn bit right now.
"Great, I'm sure I'll be able to make something piecewise out of them all," Mark says, still in that dismissive tone of his, rolling his eyes before he tilts his head and stares. Just stares. Stares in a way that hopefully keeps Eduardo's words at bay like they had for two years, before he speaks up again. "I'm glad you're not me," he finally decides on saying. "It means you make a good friend."
He turns then and goes to peer curiously in that fridge that's been sitting only a few yards away, one that he's been vaguely wondering about since arriving... wherever this is. The only reason why his nose has stayed out at all is out of the fear that it actually belongs to someone, perhaps even Someone Important, but Eduardo's description is more than enough to push that worry out of his mind.
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After all, Mark doesn't think that Eduardo will stay, not really, once he heads back to Palo Alto. The scars have healed over, the walls built high during the deposition, and what leaves Mark with now is a choice. Does he want Eduardo around for any amount of time?
Well, that's an easier answer than he expects. Yes. And that means that the functioning of this island doesn't matter one damn bit right now.
"Great, I'm sure I'll be able to make something piecewise out of them all," Mark says, still in that dismissive tone of his, rolling his eyes before he tilts his head and stares. Just stares. Stares in a way that hopefully keeps Eduardo's words at bay like they had for two years, before he speaks up again. "I'm glad you're not me," he finally decides on saying. "It means you make a good friend."
He turns then and goes to peer curiously in that fridge that's been sitting only a few yards away, one that he's been vaguely wondering about since arriving... wherever this is. The only reason why his nose has stayed out at all is out of the fear that it actually belongs to someone, perhaps even Someone Important, but Eduardo's description is more than enough to push that worry out of his mind.