Mark Zuckerberg

It's a fine line to walk, really, much like everything with Mark. Eduardo has always been the one to anchor a conversation in something serious, try to hold Mark's focus even when he's been quick to want to move on, but he's also always catered to Mark's wants and needs, in all except one thing, and this isn't the time to push. They both need it, he thinks, a distraction, however temporary, from all that's been broken. Having this one small, dumb thing to agree over won't fix anything, but it's like a temporary patch or some shit like that, and as ever, with Mark, he's willing to take whatever he can get. Of all their old patterns, that is, perhaps, the easiest to fall back into now, the current context making it less consequential than when it comes to anything directly involving the two of them. They can't have a friendship built solely on this, talking about other people and the nuances of an apocalyptic future, but at least it's something. At least Mark seems to want him, maybe even need him around. Chances are, that won't last, but he can at least appreciate it while it does.

"I think it's possible that there weren't enough people left for that," he offers, though he doesn't really seem to believe that, nose wrinkling slightly after he speaks. He has to give something, though; that's the way he's always been. "But seriously, with a city like New York? You'd probably have to start going by address, or at least nearest intersection. Seems pretty insensible."