"Okay," Eduardo repeats, nodding once, then summoning up a small, hopeful smile. Now that he's said as much, of course, he's reluctant to leave, not entirely convinced that Mark will still even be here in the morning, or that all of this has really happened at all. For all he knows, come morning, with a night's sleep behind them, Mark could decide that this has been a mistake, that he was right in the first place to cut Eduardo out, and he'll be back where he started, except worse off than before.

All of that, though, is all the more reason to go try to unwind. It won't happen while he's here, within the same four walls as Mark, hesitant to even turn his gaze in the other direction. Rather than towards the door, he steps towards Mark, taking a seat next to him, close enough that he can lay a hand on Mark's shoulder. Were they anyone else, they'd probably be hugging right about now, but that's never been their style. There's too much between them for that, anyway, Eduardo unable to help feeling awkward now that he's initiated something like contact.

"So, um, I guess that's... goodnight, then," he says, almost a question, but doesn't wait for a response. If he lingers, he'll be here all goddamn night, probably do something fucking stupid like watch Mark sleep just to make sure he doesn't go anywhere. Crossing the few steps to the exit, though, he does pause, turning to face back into the room as he leans against the door frame with one hand. "I really missed you, Mark."