All Eduardo can do, really, is nod in turn, trying not to let himself be thrown by what should only have made sense. Maybe he's just making everything too personal; if what he's been told in the past holds true, then it would hardly be the first time. It's hard to help it, though. Selfish though it might make him, when he's come to like it here, he wants Mark to be able to do the same, to want this as much as he does. As far as he can tell, this place is their only shot at having something again, and for Mark to already be trying to dismiss it as a psychotic break, a drug trip, a dream, yeah, alright, that feels fucking personal. Like he's the only one of them so deeply invested in this, and all he wants, even more than for this tentative reconciliation to hold, is for Mark to want it, too. At least then, if it falls through, he'll know that it wasn't for nothing, that he isn't an even bigger fool than he's already resigned himself to being.
Doing his best to ignore the way his chest still feels tight, he bites his lip, glancing at the boardwalk. "It's really not all that bad, you know," he says, quieter, though there's less actual conviction and more a hesitant sort of hope in his voice. He knows better than to expect Mark to like it just for his sake, he does, when it's already been made abundantly clear to him that what he's worth, that fucking decimal of a percent, doesn't rank nearly as much as Facebook in Mark's esteem, and this is a place without the internet at all. Mark will want to go back to that; Eduardo can't doubt it. That won't stop him from trying, from wanting. "This place. For all its flaws, it's... pretty okay."
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Date: 2011-06-08 04:16 am (UTC)Doing his best to ignore the way his chest still feels tight, he bites his lip, glancing at the boardwalk. "It's really not all that bad, you know," he says, quieter, though there's less actual conviction and more a hesitant sort of hope in his voice. He knows better than to expect Mark to like it just for his sake, he does, when it's already been made abundantly clear to him that what he's worth, that fucking decimal of a percent, doesn't rank nearly as much as Facebook in Mark's esteem, and this is a place without the internet at all. Mark will want to go back to that; Eduardo can't doubt it. That won't stop him from trying, from wanting. "This place. For all its flaws, it's... pretty okay."