It's the way things always seem to be with Mark. One step forward and another (or several) back, any hope for progress defeated almost immediately. The tiring part, Eduardo realizes, is less that it makes Mark so frustrating, and more that it prevents him from being able to do anything like say things are alright, try to forgive him, move on and try to rekindle the friendship they'd once had, being as they are in the absence of Facebook, even of money. The apology, surprising as it is, is hindered by the expectation that he would have understood the comment's intent, when the fact that they're even speaking at all is more than Eduardo imagines most would do in his position. They haven't moved on to joking yet, especially about something he remembers too well having mentioned the last time they spoke, before he wound up here. The chicken isn't funny, not after the way Mark reacted about it, not when Mark might very well be the one who planted that story.
"How am I supposed to know anything, when it comes to you?" he asks, the question a bit quieter, more earnest, than he'd like, though he shows no signs of it. It's easier, at least, to address that than the comment about fixing things; he can only assume that Mark means something with computers, or even giving back the shares that were diluted, because if it's true that Eduardo, in his own future, followed through on suing him, then surely he isn't referring to the two of them, on an emotional level. "Obviously I can't read you. I wouldn't have even thought that we were on joking terms, after —" He cuts himself off, having no desire to rehash what Mark did to him, not for Mark's sake, but for his own. He might have been here for months, has even told several people about what happened, but time hasn't made that level of betrayal hurt much less, and it's different here with him than with Olive or Annie. "You're not the only one who doesn't like this place."
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Date: 2011-05-15 08:26 am (UTC)"How am I supposed to know anything, when it comes to you?" he asks, the question a bit quieter, more earnest, than he'd like, though he shows no signs of it. It's easier, at least, to address that than the comment about fixing things; he can only assume that Mark means something with computers, or even giving back the shares that were diluted, because if it's true that Eduardo, in his own future, followed through on suing him, then surely he isn't referring to the two of them, on an emotional level. "Obviously I can't read you. I wouldn't have even thought that we were on joking terms, after —" He cuts himself off, having no desire to rehash what Mark did to him, not for Mark's sake, but for his own. He might have been here for months, has even told several people about what happened, but time hasn't made that level of betrayal hurt much less, and it's different here with him than with Olive or Annie. "You're not the only one who doesn't like this place."