Eduardo just smiles, head turning in Mark's direction as they walk down the path. There's really nothing more to be said about it than that, when he'd rather not risk Mark changing his mind. It's a stupid thing, a small thing, inconsequential in the long run, but at least it will let him be needed, if only for another day. At least this way, it's all the more unlikely that Mark will wake up and realize this has been a mistake, that it won't be worthwhile to try to mend fences after everything that's happened between them. He was cut out once before, after all; this time, at the very least, he can't let himself be surprised if it happens again.

That doesn't make it any less of a good thing to have Mark want him around now.

"My place is right up here," he says several steps later, gesturing off the path to his hut. If nothing else, he really is pleased with its location; it's always nicer out here, just off the beach, the air a little clearer. He likes the typical humidity, too accustomed to it not to, but this is just lovely. "Don't mind the, um. In the yard, is my... chicken."