Mark looks over at the hand on his shoulder with some amount of confusion, no longer accustomed to it being there. Sometimes, Dustin makes some efforts, still trying to be a bro, but that's always too obvious, glaring enough that Mark has to shrug it off every time and tell Dustin to get back to the coding. Suddenly, he feels his throat going dry, sure that he won't be able to get words out even if he tries— so he just leans slightly, allows the alcohol and the fatigue to be his excuse. Eduardo's the only one who knows where they're going, anyway. "I need sleep, I don't need Sealy springs and mattresses," Mark shakes the concern off, the volume of his voice lowered. "It was a long day. Coding, checking up on Bosnia, depositions. Didn't think we'd be going through everything in such great detail, but I guess I have a tendency of underestimating lawyers."

There's a furrow in his brow as the two of them continue walking, the cogs turning in his head. Maybe intoxication makes it easier to ignore what's going on between the two of them (he's been trying to keep it out of his mind for years, anyway) but that doesn't mean that Mark will stop prying and poking and piecing the rest of it together.

"Anyone I've got to watch out for on the island?" he asks.