Almost pausing after the statement, Eduardo finds himself grateful for the question that follows, if only because he isn't sure how he could respond. It's true, of course, it has been too long, but that was the case far before Eduardo ever wound up here, and he has to suspect that that's what Mark is referring to now, having not been the one stuck in a pocket universe all this time. That in itself makes it a loaded statement. To agree would be to breach that subject, to mention too directly the distance that was growing between him and Mark even before he found out about his shares being diluted, and chances are, doing so would only start a fight. After all, he isn't the reason why it's been so long in the first place. He wonders, briefly, how many times in how long it's been that Mark went out for drinks with Sean like this. The thought makes him feel a little ill; he dismisses it with another sip of beer. Thinking about Sean Parker and the way he swept Mark off his feet isn't going to do either of them any good right now, not when Eduardo wants to give this an honest try. At least, for now, Sean isn't here. (Eduardo can't stand to imagine how things would be if he were to show up.)
"Yeah, there are people here who make it," he answers the slightest bit distantly, gesturing absently towards the bar as if the brewing is done right there, though he knows full well that it isn't. "Apparently it used to be a lot worse. You get used to it." He tries to leave it at that, he honestly does, but in the end, he can't help it. Whatever the implications, at least Mark's said that it's been too long, and while he's lied to Eduardo's face before, Eduardo thinks he sounds like he means it. It's a dangerous thing to act on when the bastard can't be trusted, but if this really is Mark's way of trying, he doesn't want it to go unacknowledged, either. "Probably been even longer for you," he points out, glass still in hand, tilting slightly in Mark's direction as if to indicate him. He'd talked about a lawsuit in the beginning, and Eduardo is pretty sure that if he followed through on it, then he and Mark weren't going out for beers in the interim. "But shit, it would've had to be while you were still at Harvard."
The beers they shared in the new Facebook office, after Eduardo signed the contracts, he doesn't count those. It's not pretending that it didn't happen, but it's a different situation entirely, one that this holds no comparison to. There's no knife being driven into his back this time.
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Date: 2011-05-20 08:27 pm (UTC)"Yeah, there are people here who make it," he answers the slightest bit distantly, gesturing absently towards the bar as if the brewing is done right there, though he knows full well that it isn't. "Apparently it used to be a lot worse. You get used to it." He tries to leave it at that, he honestly does, but in the end, he can't help it. Whatever the implications, at least Mark's said that it's been too long, and while he's lied to Eduardo's face before, Eduardo thinks he sounds like he means it. It's a dangerous thing to act on when the bastard can't be trusted, but if this really is Mark's way of trying, he doesn't want it to go unacknowledged, either. "Probably been even longer for you," he points out, glass still in hand, tilting slightly in Mark's direction as if to indicate him. He'd talked about a lawsuit in the beginning, and Eduardo is pretty sure that if he followed through on it, then he and Mark weren't going out for beers in the interim. "But shit, it would've had to be while you were still at Harvard."
The beers they shared in the new Facebook office, after Eduardo signed the contracts, he doesn't count those. It's not pretending that it didn't happen, but it's a different situation entirely, one that this holds no comparison to. There's no knife being driven into his back this time.