Why the words come as a surprise, he doesn't entirely know. For Mark, after all, it has been even longer since they've really talked, certainly since they've shared a room like this, and Eduardo still chooses to believe that they were, at one point, each other's best friend. There's something so direct, though, so simple about the way Mark returns the statement, one that Eduardo didn't say expecting any response, if only because he knows Mark well enough not to. They just don't get emotional like that. They didn't, anyway. Maybe it's tiredness, maybe it's beer; hell, maybe it isn't even true at all. Whatever the reason, it's still nice, making the corners of Eduardo's mouth lift a little, chest growing tight with some unnamed emotion.
"I'll see you in the morning, then," he says, a little softer, almost fond. "Sleep well, Mark."
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Date: 2011-07-16 08:42 pm (UTC)"I'll see you in the morning, then," he says, a little softer, almost fond. "Sleep well, Mark."