Aaron Sorkin, Jesse Eisenberg, Armie Hammer, and Tom Ashebrook, at Boston’s WBUR studio, September 22, 2010. ( x )
Mother and son: Jesse Eisenberg and mom Amy pose after the reading of Euripides’ “Bacchae” for The Dionysus Project in Hazard, Kentucky, May 3rd, 2012.
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I almost wrote “sun” because the sun is actually a star ;-)
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his shirt sleeve is undone again.
#fucking cute person doesn’t know he’s being cute
Mark knows all of… this is stressing Eduardo out.
It stresses Mark out and Mark keeps catching himself getting distracted by and enjoying the little things to an extent he never did at his most relaxed as a human. It’s ironic but for Mark at least there’s a certain carefreeness in being a kitten. Eduardo always used to worry too much, even over the smallest things, and this is not a small thing and Eduardo being here, Eduardo having come and stayed despite everything, that is proof that a) Eduardo still cares and b) no, this is definitely not a small thing.
Mark also knows Eduardo isn’t sleeping well. He spends the nights on his pillow he should know, and unlike Mark Eduardo doesn’t make up for restless nights by napping throughout the day. So even though Mark has been awake for three hours Mark doesn’t come to wake him until the sun is long up, Mark is convinced Eduardo can’t possibly be sleeping anymore anyway and is probably just pretending in order to hide from the world and think himself into a downward spiral of negativity. Mark is doing him a favour really. Also he’s bored (he can entertain himself, he just doesn’t want to anymore).
So he digs his claws into the blankets hanging off the bed and climbs up, awkwardly lumbers from the foot of the bed up to Eduardo’s face (his tail helps with the balancing but blanket folds and the soft mattress are a tricky combination and Mark’s kitten body is sometimes frustratingly uncoordinated).
if Eduardo is awake he can feel Mark coming.
His face remains slack though as Mark approaches, and Mark reconsiders the possibility that he might still be asleep after all. it doesn’t seem so unlikely now that he can properly see the tired bruises under Eduardo’s eyes.
Maybe he should let him sleep.
But Eduardo must have had ten full hours of rest by now and Mark is bored, was never that selfless a person and is even less so now with the addition of feline egocentrism. When Mark moves in to nuzzle Eduardo (he does appreciate his being here, okay, he won’t wake him by leaving a row of scratches on his face, which would be a real possibility if Eduardo accidentally startled Mark upon waking) Eduardo smiles sleepily at the brush of whiskers on his skin like he knows exactly what Mark is up to – not asleep then but fair game.
Mark declares Eduardo’s nose his target and attacks with more vigor (but without claws) pawing and pulling back and advancing again, and he’s not going to stop until he gets Eduardo to open his eyes and get up and entertain Mark already (not that this isn’t entertaining). But Eduardo’s smile only grows bigger and infuriatingly also more content, which won’t do because Mark wants a reaction okay a proper rea—- oh.
Okay.
So.
Not what he was trying to accomplish here, but the bed is soft and warm, and so is Eduardo. And those fingers scratching gently rhythmically up and down his belly feel divine.
Mark squirms for a couple of seconds in token protest but settles when he feels the purr he never can quite suppress begin to rise up in him. He tilts his head up to look at Eduardo and finds him smiling down at him. The circles under his eyes don’t look so bad from this angle.
怎么回事。。。
