It's a whole lot easier to argue with Eduardo when it comes to facebook, Mark thinks vaguely to himself as he steps down the path, the occasional crunch of pebbles under his feet ringing to his ears. In general, the only time when Mark really fights is when he strongly believes in something, knows that he's right, that he should be abrasive and that his temper is justified. To others, it might look like Mark takes the reins of that friendship and steers it in whatever direction he wants, but the fact of the matter is that Eduardo's been influential over the years as well, the only reason why Mark's been able to get a girlfriend at all (though the irony of the fact that his ex-girlfriend was, in his humble opinion, a lot more sane than Christy ever was), probably the only reason why he found Chris and Dustin in the first place (prodding from Eduardo's end to meet more of the programmers, small but constant pieces of advice given in soft whispers during lectures of their mutual Historical Studies B core class).

The fact is, in spite of all of the years that have passed, the impulse on Mark's end is to listen to Eduardo and let the fight die out. But as soon as he lets the fight go, a heavy weariness takes over, leaving him drowsy, tired. His eyes start to close even as he tries to fight it with hard blinks, hand gripping tightly at the plate in his hands.

"Right," he mumbles, even as he starts to sway, Eduardo still being one of the few people Mark can fall asleep in front of. "Because you'd feel bad if you didn't. Well, I'm not taking the bed."