The laugh that the toss of the grapefruit pulls from Eduardo is a genuine one, short and surprised and, even as the sound leaves his lips, unexpected. There's nothing guarded about it, nothing forced, and with as carefully as he's been trying to handle all this, to keep high emotions from spilling out, that isn't something he would have anticipated from himself. (What it is, what he knows but doesn't yet want to acknowledge, is a clear sign of the feelings he still has for Mark, that not even such a backstabbing could turn off. If it's hard for him to think it, there's no way in hell he'll say it, let on to Mark that he's got more of a chance at friendship than anyone who did what he did deserves, but that doesn't make it any less true. All things considered, this was probably inevitable from the get-go.)
"Good thing they've got no shortage of those things around here," he says wryly, glancing over his own shoulder to where the grapefruit has rolled a short distance away. A part of him is tempted to go pick it up, not wanting to leave it just lying there, but the other part of him thinks that that might ruin a briefly lightened mood, and so he goes with the lesser of two figurative evils; the grapefruit stays where it is. "Probably find something more filling at the Wi— the restaurant, it's called the Winchester. That's where we're going."
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Date: 2011-05-15 06:11 pm (UTC)"Good thing they've got no shortage of those things around here," he says wryly, glancing over his own shoulder to where the grapefruit has rolled a short distance away. A part of him is tempted to go pick it up, not wanting to leave it just lying there, but the other part of him thinks that that might ruin a briefly lightened mood, and so he goes with the lesser of two figurative evils; the grapefruit stays where it is. "Probably find something more filling at the Wi— the restaurant, it's called the Winchester. That's where we're going."