The triggers are all scattered, and somehow it feels to Mark like he manages to trip every single wire, detonate every last bomb, to the point where he doesn't even feel that he should be moving anymore. Maybe it's just not worth it. It doesn't take a clear and sober mind to realize that when he sees the way that Eduardo starts caving into himself— Mark's never failed to marvel at the way that someone so much taller than himself can take up so much less space, all because of a lack of confidence. (Mark's own occasional slouches are caused by something else entirely, too many hours spent in front of a computer, but even then he isn't half as bad as most programmers, all thanks to constant reminders from his mother to keep his back straight to best prevent injury.) His lips part for a second, but the problem is that Mark isn't sure how to even begin reassuring Eduardo, and the attempts die out completely when the last remark finally registers.
Mark's gaze drops, looks left and right, the line of vision lower than Eduardo's eyes and hovering more around his shoulders. A part of him wants to shake his head. If Mark being there and the two of them talking, if that's enough to make Eduardo that hopeful about the island— Mark's almost tempted to tell him not to settle for something like that.
Not that Wardo would listen.
"Yeah," he says instead, almost rushing past the word, just because he isn't sure how to deliver it, hasn't even allowed his own emotions to settle. "Sounds pretty domestic though, you've gotta admit. Not exactly what either of us signed up for."
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Date: 2011-06-13 02:19 pm (UTC)Mark's gaze drops, looks left and right, the line of vision lower than Eduardo's eyes and hovering more around his shoulders. A part of him wants to shake his head. If Mark being there and the two of them talking, if that's enough to make Eduardo that hopeful about the island— Mark's almost tempted to tell him not to settle for something like that.
Not that Wardo would listen.
"Yeah," he says instead, almost rushing past the word, just because he isn't sure how to deliver it, hasn't even allowed his own emotions to settle. "Sounds pretty domestic though, you've gotta admit. Not exactly what either of us signed up for."