There's a moment where Eduardo lets himself hope that he might get an actual response. It is a lot to ask for, and he knows it, but despite the fact that he's done giving his former best friend the benefit of the doubt and knows how utterly tactless Mark can be, there is nevertheless a part of him that thinks that maybe Mark won't be able to ignore this, just maybe they can actually work through this instead of Mark expecting him to be able to let it go. Then the answer comes, and it's like a defeat somehow. Eduardo brings a hand to his forehead, letting out a heavy exhale, and the disappointment is as much with himself as it is with Mark. He should fucking know better, after everything, too much credit given to Mark being the very thing that got him in so much trouble in the first place (well, that, and Mark turning out to be a lying bastard, but they've been over that. The point is, Eduardo can't fully rid himself of any blame, but he should be able to, because he should have been able to trust his best friend). He should have been done a long time ago. It's his own damn fault that he isn't, not yet.
"I would be fine with that," he starts, because really, after all Mark took from him, he owes him a lot more than a beer, "except that there's no money in this place. Nothing, none at all, everything's free and people do things just because they feel like it. It's — it's completely backwards. Six months from getting an Economics degree, and I land in a place with no economy." The subject matter doesn't serve much in the way of distraction, but it's one that has bothered him since he first arrived here, and somehow, he doesn't expect Mark to be that much more thrilled with it. He heads for the doorway, towards where Mark is standing. "If you want to pretend it's on you, though, by all means, I won't stop you."
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Date: 2011-05-15 07:56 am (UTC)"I would be fine with that," he starts, because really, after all Mark took from him, he owes him a lot more than a beer, "except that there's no money in this place. Nothing, none at all, everything's free and people do things just because they feel like it. It's — it's completely backwards. Six months from getting an Economics degree, and I land in a place with no economy." The subject matter doesn't serve much in the way of distraction, but it's one that has bothered him since he first arrived here, and somehow, he doesn't expect Mark to be that much more thrilled with it. He heads for the doorway, towards where Mark is standing. "If you want to pretend it's on you, though, by all means, I won't stop you."