Wardo.
Yeah?
We did it.

I should stop immediately but I have intense feelings about all of this. Like, I had a visceral reaction to this moment. For all the poetic I wax about Jesse, Andrew is phenomenal. And this scene made me cry the first time I saw it in the theater and that was during the time when I didn’t even ship Mark and Eduardo. I was just so moved and hurt on behalf of Eduardo. This look, this fucking look on his face, he just got everything he wanted; for the whole movie it’s a constant struggle of “I” versus “we” and he is finally wanted and needed and included. His efforts that seemed so unnoticed are being validated and he thinks everything is going to be wonderful and they could, idk, skip through meadows or something equally colorful and gay together, but Mark is just starting to inch the knife into his back ready to fully ruin him and he has no fucking clue. Mark finally needs him and that’s his world. 

And this is another discussion, but how sad is Mark in this scene? Like the realization that Eduardo does not have what it takes is immediately made absolutely salient in his mind. Agh, my heart aches that this was the only way to do it; the utter desperation he felt to not revert back to what he was.

(Source: promentory)