His eyes dart down to the hand on his shoulder. It's weird. This is how things used to be, he knows that, and he knows that for Eduardo, the habits are closer, less removed. He knows that little pats on the shoulder like this were always Eduardo's modus operandi, not anything Mark naturally leaned towards, and yet it feels almost as though a hole has been filled to some extent, that his emotions spill over the brim and wash everything else away. Maybe, he thinks with a soft huff of a breath, this is proof that he needs to take a night to himself, to just sleep exhaustion away until his mind is clear enough again to take a look at everything without Eduardo being around to affect him so deeply.
He sits there, almost entirely still, until Eduardo gets up from his seat, at which point Mark's blue eyes trail after his friend as Eduardo makes his way to the exit.
The admission that Eduardo's missed him at all hits Mark directly in the gut, leaving him a little queasy, the alcohol helping it all along.
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Date: 2011-07-16 07:21 pm (UTC)He sits there, almost entirely still, until Eduardo gets up from his seat, at which point Mark's blue eyes trail after his friend as Eduardo makes his way to the exit.
The admission that Eduardo's missed him at all hits Mark directly in the gut, leaving him a little queasy, the alcohol helping it all along.
"Yeah," he nods lightly. "I missed you, too."