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After the Compound, Olive makes her way down to the beach, where she sits for a while with a book. This is the way most of her days work, though she does something different on most of them - she wanders around, she finds her way to the main building, she talks to friends, she reads. It winds up being pretty interesting most of the time, actually,

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It isn't a mental image that Eduardo ever wanted to have to cope with, Olive standing at Mark Zuckerberg's side. Naturally, as soon as he sees it - as soon as he walks away, that is, because it isn't something he can stand there and look at, despite the lingering sense of something being off - he knows full well that he won't fault either of them, though that doesn't make him any more comfortable with the situation. It's confusing at best, sickening at worst, with too much that he can't make sense of. (Don't jump to conclusions, he tells himself, but it's far too late for that by the time he does. There are any number of possible explanations, but there's only one that clicks, instinct driving. As much as he's often made a point of being logical, rational, a sight like that and it only goes so far.)

The walk he takes to clear his head, catch his breath, doesn't do shit, and he's planning on holing up in his hut for a while, picking some dense book with tiny print to get lost in. That plan, of course, of course, is put to rest by the

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Olive would like to think that, even after what's really only a matter of weeks, she's learned to read Eduardo. Then again, it doesn't hurt he's easily read, most of what he feels worn right on his sleeve. Her own mood may not be anything special, but it's decent, a smile on her lips as it always is when she sees him, but it fades a little as she tips her head to the side. "Long day?" she says lightly. They never seem very long here, even when they drag on. She doesn't want just to make unfounded assumptions, though, and she knows he'll talk to her if he wants to. She just wants to remind him he can.

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"Sort of," Eduardo answers, brows furrowing as he fumbles, for a moment, to find the right words. She seems so natural, and not only is that entirely at odds with the situation as he perceives it (another sign that something is off), but in stark contrast to the tension that's felt like it has been building under his skin ever since the glimpse he caught of them in the Compound. The light tone of hers makes it all the more difficult for him to know how he's supposed to deal with this, but it is, he decides, best to come right out with it. Either he's grossly misjudged her - it wouldn't be the first time he did so of a best friend - or there's some far simpler explanation to be given, and he's inclined, as always, to give the benefit of the doubt. Swallowing, he takes a deep breath, far more serious when he speaks again, though he manages to keep any accusation out of his voice. "I saw you earlier. The two of you."

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Even as Olive furrows her brow in confusion, she almost laughs. It isn't funny, if only because she doesn't know what he means and that's worrying, but it's just so dramatic, like he's saying he's caught her cheating. There doesn't seem to be any judgment in his tone, but she still gets the impression she's done something she shouldn't have - that, at least, he thinks she has. Glancing up to the side, she thinks back through the people she's spoken to today, the things she's done, and she still can't fathom what he means. "Okay," she says, drawing the word out to leave no doubt of her uncertainty. "Should I know what that means? 'cause, I've gotta say, Eduardo, I don't. The two of us who?"