"I was, um, thinking I might go over to my girlfriend's, actually," Eduardo answers, turning from the desk to face Mark again, a hand curling around the back of his neck. He shouldn't feel guilty for it when that's been his plan from the start anyway, but he does even so, regardless of the fact that it just makes sense. "It's pretty much right next door, this way you can have the bed, some privacy —" He shrugs. Plus, this way, he'll be able to tell Olive what happened, get some of this off his chest, which still feels tight, too tight, with more emotions than he can give a name to. "And I can be back in the morning, probably before you even wake up."