Mark Zuckerberg

Eduardo says he'll go with Mark to get a beer. And probably consume one as well. Assuming that Eduardo doesn't plan on leaving Mark's side between those two steps (which is a big assumption to make by words alone, fair, but Mark's pulling together all he's ever known of Eduardo these past few years, and the conclusion that brings him to is the fact that Eduardo will linger more likely than not, so fresh from the laptop incident), all this serves to do is confuse Mark completely, his brows furrowed and forehead wrinkled. His lips part, noiseless for a few seconds before Mark just comes out and says it. "But if you go with me to get a beer, then proceed to have a beer, that isn't functionally any different," he points out, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, before grabbing a grapefruit from the fridge and trying to stuff it into his pocket.

Not entirely successful, at which point he begins to dig into the peel instead, and once again gives in after a few failed attempts with blunt fingernails. At that point, the grapefruit just gets tossed from hand to hand.

He should probably be saying something right about now. Certainly offering an apology, at least, if Mark was the type to cave to popular opinion and peer pressure. But Mark thinks that an apology from his lips, anything including those two words (I'm sorry), would sound so little like Mark and so insincere that it'd be doing Eduardo nothing but a disservice. Everything needs to start somewhere, but better to trust baby steps at this point.

"I could drop a paper umbrella into your beer, if that helps at all," he shrugs, stance dismissive in spite of the way that his gaze is anything but.