In a way, Eduardo wishes it had been the lawyers' idea. It might be a little easier to deal with, then, to maintain some semblance of separation from all of this, to not wind up getting in over his head emotionally so soon. All the time he's been here, he's had one idea of Mark cemented firmly in his head — albeit, an incredibly slanted one, which he has no trouble admitting — but that's quickly being turned on its head, and he has so much else to handle that he can hardly stand it. He expected too much from Mark before, and decided he was done with that; now that he apparently isn't expecting enough, it hurts, the laptop against the boardwalk feeling similar to a slap in the face. What he doesn't get is why Mark is so upset when the question should be understandable, but the frustration of that is, at least for the moment, something he can overlook in the face of Mark's being upset at all. Eduardo isn't the bad guy, not here, not now. Not ever, really, as much as he'll cop to freezing the account not being the best decision. He'd had no other choice.
Now, though, he watches Mark start to walk away, and knows that his only option is the opposite, in a way, of that. It still comes down to his being unable to be the one to push them apart, needing the moral high ground of sticking around through whatever hell he has to go through with Mark here, for his own sake as much as to drive a point home. He doesn't just need Mark to acknowledge the fact that he's the more loyal of the two here, but he needs to prove it to himself, too, because otherwise, he has no business being here at all. He won't let Mark make him out to be the douchebag. Far from perfect though he may be, he isn't the one in the wrong, has every reason to think that Mark wouldn't be the one to suggest his reinstatement when Mark was the one who got him out of the company in the first place, who sat there so indignant while Eduardo was led out by security. The question was a reasonable one. Eduardo is still willing to pick up a little slack.
He stares at Mark's back for a few seconds, shaking his head, and then crouches, carefully lifting the dropped laptop. It looks a little worse for wear, but not as broken as the one he smashed against the desk in the office, a moment he knows wasn't his proudest. Maybe this is a way of making up for it, sort of. With a sigh that's weary, he quickens his pace, falling into step beside Mark with an expression that's nothing but remorseful. He'll give that much. "Look, man, I'm sorry," he says, and the words are slightly forced, but genuine all the same. (He thinks, hopes, Mark will be able to tell.) "I didn't know."
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Now, though, he watches Mark start to walk away, and knows that his only option is the opposite, in a way, of that. It still comes down to his being unable to be the one to push them apart, needing the moral high ground of sticking around through whatever hell he has to go through with Mark here, for his own sake as much as to drive a point home. He doesn't just need Mark to acknowledge the fact that he's the more loyal of the two here, but he needs to prove it to himself, too, because otherwise, he has no business being here at all. He won't let Mark make him out to be the douchebag. Far from perfect though he may be, he isn't the one in the wrong, has every reason to think that Mark wouldn't be the one to suggest his reinstatement when Mark was the one who got him out of the company in the first place, who sat there so indignant while Eduardo was led out by security. The question was a reasonable one. Eduardo is still willing to pick up a little slack.
He stares at Mark's back for a few seconds, shaking his head, and then crouches, carefully lifting the dropped laptop. It looks a little worse for wear, but not as broken as the one he smashed against the desk in the office, a moment he knows wasn't his proudest. Maybe this is a way of making up for it, sort of. With a sigh that's weary, he quickens his pace, falling into step beside Mark with an expression that's nothing but remorseful. He'll give that much. "Look, man, I'm sorry," he says, and the words are slightly forced, but genuine all the same. (He thinks, hopes, Mark will be able to tell.) "I didn't know."