In the space of an instant, there's a biting remark on the tip of Eduardo's tongue, though he manages to hold it back, jaw clenching with the effort. It isn't the worst reaction he could have gotten, but — Jesus Christ, of course it isn't what he signed up for. Neither, though, was what he was left with back home, Mark having taken everything else. He'd had a plan, or at least a vague outline of one, and while it had never involved getting himself stranded on and then contented with a magical fucking island in the middle of God knows where, neither did it involve getting screwed over by his best friend, losing everything that really mattered to him in one fell swoop. Maybe he had the promise of graduation back there, but what else? A lawsuit? A former best friend he won't speak to for four years, a father he may not ever speak to again? He has friends here, a girlfriend who looks at him like he might really be worth something, the way no one else ever has (the way he always wanted Mark to), and now hope of reconciliation with someone he thought he'd lost for good. It's a hell of a lot better than what he suspects he would have gotten otherwise. If Mark can't see that, he doesn't even know what to make of it.
"Does anyone ever really get what they sign up for, Mark?" he asks in lieu of any of this, distant rather than bitter (it seems like the preferable alternative). Teeth pressing hard to his lower lip, he wraps his arms around himself, what's really a protective gesture, but could be easily enough dismissed as being in response to the night air, cool for someone who's accustomed to the heat. "Look, I know that you... can't be looking forward to being stuck in a place without Facebook, or even the internet. And I know, believe me, I know that nothing could ever compare to that. But for some of us... this is the best we'll ever get. Whether or not it's what we signed up for. So I guess what I'm saying is — I'm not asking you to like it here. Just to see how I would."
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Date: 2011-06-13 10:43 pm (UTC)"Does anyone ever really get what they sign up for, Mark?" he asks in lieu of any of this, distant rather than bitter (it seems like the preferable alternative). Teeth pressing hard to his lower lip, he wraps his arms around himself, what's really a protective gesture, but could be easily enough dismissed as being in response to the night air, cool for someone who's accustomed to the heat. "Look, I know that you... can't be looking forward to being stuck in a place without Facebook, or even the internet. And I know, believe me, I know that nothing could ever compare to that. But for some of us... this is the best we'll ever get. Whether or not it's what we signed up for. So I guess what I'm saying is — I'm not asking you to like it here. Just to see how I would."