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It's early but not too early when Eduardo pulls himself out of Olive's bed, not allowing himself any time to procrastinate. Not since he was back at Harvard, juggling classes and Facebook both, has he felt like there was this much to get done, and all of it of such a delicate nature that there's no room for error. Mark Zuckerberg has always had an uncanny ability to turn his life upside down, has done so now on more than one occasion, and that's truer than ever in his having shown up on the island. Talking it through and getting a night's rest, even if he was unable to get little actual sleep, helped, but even now that it's morning, Eduardo feels no less conflicted about all of it. He's an idiot, to be sure, but he wants to get this right all the same, and as far as he can tell, this next while is going to be crucial. As is not uncommon with Mark, the pressure is on.
In retrospect, he probably should have gone to Erica's first, waited to deal with his own crises after, but as selfish as he feels for it now, hindsight's twenty-twenty, and all he can do is try to take care of it as best he can after the fact. If he plays his cards right, he can still be back to his own hut before Mark wakes up, and from there, Jesus, there's no telling what will happen. That's the part that terrifies him.
When he reaches the door, though, he's calm, professional, almost better suited for meeting with a potential investor rather than someone he's come to think of as a friend. Chances are, that's going to get awkward now, but as is always the case, it's easier to keep walls up in the physical absence of Mark; all he can think is that Mark gets no say in who he chooses to be friends with. Anything else would be unfair. (How well he'll manage to maintain this later, he doesn't know.) Lifting a hand, he knocks a few times, not too loud. "Erica, are you in? It's Eduardo."
In retrospect, he probably should have gone to Erica's first, waited to deal with his own crises after, but as selfish as he feels for it now, hindsight's twenty-twenty, and all he can do is try to take care of it as best he can after the fact. If he plays his cards right, he can still be back to his own hut before Mark wakes up, and from there, Jesus, there's no telling what will happen. That's the part that terrifies him.
When he reaches the door, though, he's calm, professional, almost better suited for meeting with a potential investor rather than someone he's come to think of as a friend. Chances are, that's going to get awkward now, but as is always the case, it's easier to keep walls up in the physical absence of Mark; all he can think is that Mark gets no say in who he chooses to be friends with. Anything else would be unfair. (How well he'll manage to maintain this later, he doesn't know.) Lifting a hand, he knocks a few times, not too loud. "Erica, are you in? It's Eduardo."