"You really want to press your luck with me right now?" Eduardo asks, a question meant in earnest, his eyebrows shooting up. Ordinarily, after any other fight (not that there have been many), this is something that he would expect from Mark, something easy, simple, to bring them back to the status quo, with Mark calling the shots and Eduardo following along. Now, though, especially after he's apparently gone through with his threat and actually sued, it's almost hard to believe that Mark could actually think this is okay. Then again, it's the same line of thinking that got him fucked over in the first place, underestimating Mark's ability to be a dick who takes other people for granted. He's seen it several times, now, and not just in what happened to him. Erica Albright is walking proof of it, that he should have seen it coming, should have known better than to expect too much of Mark.
He takes the pitcher of juice anyway, sipping carefully and already wishing that it were something stronger. Maybe he'd be better equipped to deal with this if it were. It's that line of thinking (not, he tells himself, any lingering affection for his former best friend) that leads him to shrug, throwing his free hand up to his side. He has to wonder if maybe he's really snapped — what is a crazy person, after all, except someone who does the same thing over and over expecting different results? — but if he has, surely it was a long time coming. That has to be a point in his favor. So does, for that matter, the fact that he's trying to keep a distance, even if something about it doesn't sit right with him. "I will go with you to get a beer. I will probably have a beer. That doesn't mean... Things have changed, Mark. I'm not just going to pretend like everything's magically okay. Jesus."
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Date: 2011-05-15 06:57 am (UTC)He takes the pitcher of juice anyway, sipping carefully and already wishing that it were something stronger. Maybe he'd be better equipped to deal with this if it were. It's that line of thinking (not, he tells himself, any lingering affection for his former best friend) that leads him to shrug, throwing his free hand up to his side. He has to wonder if maybe he's really snapped — what is a crazy person, after all, except someone who does the same thing over and over expecting different results? — but if he has, surely it was a long time coming. That has to be a point in his favor. So does, for that matter, the fact that he's trying to keep a distance, even if something about it doesn't sit right with him. "I will go with you to get a beer. I will probably have a beer. That doesn't mean... Things have changed, Mark. I'm not just going to pretend like everything's magically okay. Jesus."