If anything, the fact that Mark says as much only makes Eduardo all the more inclined to take him back to his place. It's got to be so, so very fucking stupid, but really, it's a lose-lose situation, and to keep too much distance is, he thinks, the greater risk. He can deal with his own feelings on his own time; for now, Mark needs him (it echoes through his head like a litany, some sort of sick validation of the past two years and couple hours of his life, all of it worth something now that Mark is here and he can make himself important again). Mark is also right, of course, about the island having something set up for new residents, but that there's a simpler solution is beside the point. This is something he can take care of, and being able to, he needs to. Truthfully, after all of this, he suspects that he wouldn't be able to sleep much anyway, deeply shaken, uncertain, for all that he seems more at ease than ever. In a way, the two go hand in hand, though he'd be hard-pressed to explain how that's the case (something to do with Mark, he's sure, and the way Mark always seems to keep him pulled in a dozen different directions at once). A trip to Olive's might do him good, let him work some of this out other than in his own head. Better he tell her sooner rather than later, anyway, when he isn't quite sure what she'll make of all of this.
"Well, they do," he allows, "have a room like that, but that's not — it doesn't matter. Seriously, Mark, don't worry about it." Probably, he knows, he should state outright that it's a hut for one, but they'll be back there soon enough, and then there won't be any sense in putting up a fight. That he's likely overreacting, putting more stock in this than is strictly necessary, is something he'll admit to himself, but not act on. To let Mark go, to treat him like he would any other island resident, is bound to foster distance between them, and he doesn't want to lose whatever peace they've managed tonight if he can help it. Like this, there'll be no way to ignore it (or him). Maybe that makes him selfish, but so fucking be it; if he can have this, he wants to, always willing to take whatever he's able to get. "Come on, let's go."
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Date: 2011-05-21 04:02 am (UTC)"Well, they do," he allows, "have a room like that, but that's not — it doesn't matter. Seriously, Mark, don't worry about it." Probably, he knows, he should state outright that it's a hut for one, but they'll be back there soon enough, and then there won't be any sense in putting up a fight. That he's likely overreacting, putting more stock in this than is strictly necessary, is something he'll admit to himself, but not act on. To let Mark go, to treat him like he would any other island resident, is bound to foster distance between them, and he doesn't want to lose whatever peace they've managed tonight if he can help it. Like this, there'll be no way to ignore it (or him). Maybe that makes him selfish, but so fucking be it; if he can have this, he wants to, always willing to take whatever he's able to get. "Come on, let's go."