This isn't the reaction Mark expects. Granted, with things being as volatile as they are, it's hard to predict anything one way or the other, but this isn't the reaction Mark expects from Eduardo, not only calm, but not importantly direct. Wanting some resolution and not, for once, just hiding off to the side and layering more uncomfortable topics with safer ones (he remembers the way that Eduardo brought it up first, that the Phoenix probably just punched him as a diversity thing, and that in of itself was a remark which never sat well with Mark— no need to add insult to injury by suggesting that the Club didn't know how best to select its members). If things weren't so tenuous between the two of them, Mark would encourage this. It's a whole lot more like what he does himself, puts Mark at ease in a way he's not sure Eduardo will share, but Mark takes what he can get.
This way, he won't have to shy around the matter himself.
"Sixty-five million in a settlement. Originally they planned on trying for fifty; added another fifteen to get them to sign a non-disclosure agreement. It's a whole lot more than they deserve, but we do what we must," Mark quickly rattles off, wishing that the two of them could move a little faster, made uneasy by the jungle that seems to rustle as they pass by. Probably wind. Possibly animals. Still creepy, like some overdone version of Jumanji or something. His grip on his laptop tightens and his free hand ruffles through his curls briefly before he adds, "You're reinstated. As co-founder. Or you will be; the terms haven't been settled but it was— you mentioned it before you— I thought maybe that was the first thing I should do."
What goes unsaid, what perhaps doesn't and shouldn't need to be said, is the fact that Mark honestly never knew that the title was what Eduardo would keep on hanging onto most at the end. Like I'm not a part of facebook, Mark remembers so clearly in his mind, to the point where it makes his brow furrow now because he never anticipated that the company was so important to Eduardo, more than the assets, more than its potential as a springing board for his own career. At best, maybe a way of humoring a friend— isn't that what made it so easy to freeze facebook's assets, knowing full well that the functionality of the site was what made it stand up above other networking sites of its kind. But how is Mark supposed to breach that topic?
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Date: 2011-05-20 04:38 am (UTC)This way, he won't have to shy around the matter himself.
"Sixty-five million in a settlement. Originally they planned on trying for fifty; added another fifteen to get them to sign a non-disclosure agreement. It's a whole lot more than they deserve, but we do what we must," Mark quickly rattles off, wishing that the two of them could move a little faster, made uneasy by the jungle that seems to rustle as they pass by. Probably wind. Possibly animals. Still creepy, like some overdone version of Jumanji or something. His grip on his laptop tightens and his free hand ruffles through his curls briefly before he adds, "You're reinstated. As co-founder. Or you will be; the terms haven't been settled but it was— you mentioned it before you— I thought maybe that was the first thing I should do."
What goes unsaid, what perhaps doesn't and shouldn't need to be said, is the fact that Mark honestly never knew that the title was what Eduardo would keep on hanging onto most at the end. Like I'm not a part of facebook, Mark remembers so clearly in his mind, to the point where it makes his brow furrow now because he never anticipated that the company was so important to Eduardo, more than the assets, more than its potential as a springing board for his own career. At best, maybe a way of humoring a friend— isn't that what made it so easy to freeze facebook's assets, knowing full well that the functionality of the site was what made it stand up above other networking sites of its kind. But how is Mark supposed to breach that topic?
So he falls silent.