Hard as all of this is to wrap his head around, the question, once it's been said, isn't one that surprises Eduardo in the slightest. If anything, it's a nice return to what he's used to, or at least a comfortable middle ground between what he knows and what he'd want. Mark needs a place to stay, so he'll do what's convenient, capitalize on what's essentially in front of him and the generosity that Eduardo knows he's never been able to curb; the part that follows, though, shows a lack of expectation, and for it, Eduardo doesn't think he could be any more grateful. Not for the first time, but perhaps most notably, it leaves him thinking that maybe this really could work, that this all will have played out such that they'll be able to manage what they couldn't before, the difference in timing working for them rather than against them.
When he huffs out a laugh and shakes his head, it's with no small degree of warmth, expression almost fond, if slightly incredulous. "Don't be ridiculous," he says. "Of course you can crash at my place." On a practical level, it's all that makes sense, for one; they've both of them been drinking, and it's a little late in the evening to be going house-hunting. What's more, though, and what is probably all the more important, is that it's something he can and therefore wants to be able to give, proof of the fact that Mark needs him here and that he isn't going anywhere. Even if he and Mark hadn't managed something resembling peace, he suspects that he would have done the same thing, the opportunity to have Mark rely on him for anything too overwhelmingly good to ignore. That there isn't an extra room is irrelevant. He can either sleep at his desk, as he did the night Olive arrived, or just go to her hut and make sure to be awake before Mark is. (Never before has having a girlfriend who lives so close been so convenient.) "I wasn't actually planning on giving you a choice in the matter."
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Date: 2011-05-21 03:54 am (UTC)When he huffs out a laugh and shakes his head, it's with no small degree of warmth, expression almost fond, if slightly incredulous. "Don't be ridiculous," he says. "Of course you can crash at my place." On a practical level, it's all that makes sense, for one; they've both of them been drinking, and it's a little late in the evening to be going house-hunting. What's more, though, and what is probably all the more important, is that it's something he can and therefore wants to be able to give, proof of the fact that Mark needs him here and that he isn't going anywhere. Even if he and Mark hadn't managed something resembling peace, he suspects that he would have done the same thing, the opportunity to have Mark rely on him for anything too overwhelmingly good to ignore. That there isn't an extra room is irrelevant. He can either sleep at his desk, as he did the night Olive arrived, or just go to her hut and make sure to be awake before Mark is. (Never before has having a girlfriend who lives so close been so convenient.) "I wasn't actually planning on giving you a choice in the matter."