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It's Complicated: But sexy!

Mark Zuckerberg
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[PART NINE] & Some News
Okay, I'm a little new at this so sorry if I mess this up first go. Because it's been 5 months since the last round even though we haven't been busy. I figured I might as well earn my keep and try to get this place alive again...




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Hi, right now everyone is working on some changes so hold on new things are coming. In an effort to kick this place back into action, we're doing round 9. In a few days, we'll be setting up a fills post that hopefully will work directly for archiving and an overflow post. Also we'll be doing a friending meme at tsn_km_gather so be looking out for that. I know some of the other mods have plans of their own which will be coming soon.

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have fun!

THERE WILL BE UNMARKED SPOILERS. enter at your own risk! :D


i know you guys are enjoying this meme and i appreciate that but please can you put the SUBJECT HEADER on your prompt. you would REALLY be helping me out if you could do that. it just saves time for me when i'm trying to tag everything in delicious.



AND PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT repost prompts from parts three, four, five, six, seven, or eight. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen. We know there's been some issues but we're working on it with pinboard. No duplicates from this round either. THANK YOU.


Something based on this: http://bellatirx.tumblr.com/post/23450527759

Anything where Mark & Eduardo are together & Eduardo can't/won't tell anyone he's gay. Sean finds out, Mark's upset, angst is everywhere... just run with it. :)



The first time it happens is during an AEPI party, thrown in the very last week of Mark's first semester at Harvard.

Finals are over, a steady supply of alcohol has been provided by some of the seniors, and the whole thing is taking place in the Lowell common room, the lights dimmed low and the music loud. For these reasons, Mark supposes it's not as bad as the previous AEPI nightmares that Dustin has dragged him to. Even less so when midway through the night, a boy that Chris recognises as being the President of the Investor's Association walks through the door.

He is sort of amazingly good-looking, enough that even Mark notices him from across the darkly lit room, and he usually has no appreciation for that sort of thing. But it's not the well-tailored suit or the perfectly styled hair that catches his attention; Mark actually likes the eyes best, all huge and dark and sincerely-looking, even more so later, up close, when the boy comes over to introduce himself as Eduardo Saverin, a Brazilian American Jew and a sophomore.

Drinking makes Mark even ruder than usual, and Dustin and Chris wince as he somehow manages to deliver at least five scathing insults to Eduardo's choice of major - Econ - all within their two minute conversation. To everybody's surprise (most of all Mark's), Eduardo finds it all uproariously funny, if his bursts of horrified laughter are anything to go by.

"You really have no verbal filter at all, do you?" he grins finally, sounding far too fond for someone who has only just met Mark.

Later, in his room, while the others are still out, Mark will find that that voice can get much lower, will become a gasping, panting mess of Portuguese and English as Eduardo fucks into him hard, presses wet kisses down the column of his throat, groans hotly into his mouth when they come together so hard that Mark's vision actually blurs at the edges. He will find that Eduardo is even more beautiful when naked, all lean graceful lines and shiny golden skin. He will find that it won't matter at all that Eduardo is the first person - boy or girl - to have ever had sex with him.

In fact, it means so little that he doesn't so much as mention it beforehand, not when he's being pushed up against the outside of his dorm room door and kissed into a needy, whiny mess, not when Eduardo's spit and lube-slicked fingers are working him wide open, not when those dark eyes are blown wide as Mark wakes Eduardo up with a messy first-time blow job sometime around dawn.

And Mark certainly doesn't bring it up afterwards. Their morning after goes like this:

They pull themselves out of bed at noon and get into the rumpled clothes that had been scattered around the room the night before. Then Eduardo asks, running a hand through his hair, if Mark's roommates are in class.

And Mark will be the first to admit that he absolutely cannot read or understand the overwhelming majority of the people he meets...but right then and there, fielding Eduardo's tense question?

Something clicks.

With anybody else, Mark might have disparaged the utter uselessness of hating yourself for something you can't help or change, might have reduced the other person to shame or tears. With Eduardo though, for some reason he can't explain, he just presses a final kiss to a still-red mouth and tells Eduardo that he should call Mark again sometime and that no one's around, so yes, it's fine, he can leave.

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oh, this is going to be bittersweet, isn't? ç___ç

Re: Closet - (Anonymous), 2012-05-21 08:12 am (UTC)(Expand)

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Liking this very much. I was a bit scared about this not getting a happy ending but since you already promised it will have one I can now fully enjoy it. :)

Re: Closet - (Anonymous), 2012-05-21 11:44 am (UTC)(Expand)


Omggggg anon. This is perfect. It's exactly the kind of fill I was hoping for; because, for some reason I love to feel bad for Mark. Thank you so much for filling this!! <3

Re: OP - (Anonymous), 2012-05-21 12:28 pm (UTC)(Expand)

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With anybody else, Mark might have disparaged the utter uselessness of hating yourself for something you can't help or change, might have reduced the other person to shame or tears. With Eduardo though, for some reason he can't explain, he just presses a final kiss to a still-red mouth and tells Eduardo that he should call Mark again sometime and that no one's around, so yes, it's fine, he can leave.
ugh, mark being considerate for once and not calling eduardo out on it even though with anyone else he would have no problem doing so. \o/

this fill is too perfect, defs hoping for more. ♥

Re: Closet - (Anonymous), 2012-05-22 11:00 am (UTC)(Expand)

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I'm really enjoying this! Can't wait for more.

Re: Closet - (Anonymous), 2012-05-22 10:56 am (UTC)(Expand)

Closet (2a)

I decided that Erica/FaceMash didn't happen. Mainly because Mark is totally in love with Eduardo, and this has made him a much better person - he just doesn't know it yet. :)


Eduardo does come by again, on a late Thursday afternoon the first week back from Summer. Maybe he'd been expecting them to have sex again, maybe not. Mark can't know for sure because he has a CS lab that evening, so it's Dustin who answers the knock, and in that open, unassuming way he has, figures that Eduardo just wants to hang out.

When Mark trudges into the dorm at nine o'clock, bored after hours of explanations about things he'd taught himself in middle school for fuck's sake, he finds Chris, Dustin and Eduardo sprawled out on the floor in front of the television, taking turns playing Prince of Persia. Surrounding the three of them are dozens of empty chip packets, four open pizza boxes and several crushed up cans of Red Bull.

"Oh hey, Marky Mark," Dustin says in a sing-song voice. "Look who stopped by to see you!"

"Hi," Eduardo grins up at him from the floor. His suit jacket is missing and his dress-sleeves have been rolled up to his elbows. He looks better than Mark remembers, and more tan after the three months since they'd last seen each other.

"Hey," Mark manages, before throwing himself onto the nearest couch and neatly catching the playstation controller Chris tosses his way.

He finds himself completely distracted for the next four hours, eyes drawn constantly to Eduardo's exposed forearms, remembering the way they'd been planted on either side of his head as Eduardo had moved in and out of him.

"Stop fidgeting, Mark," Dustin finally grumbles beside him. "You're killing my game here."

"What game?" Eduardo laughs, before going back to telling Chris about his Summer in Miami, which he'd apparently spent interning for his father, and occasionally betting in oil futures.

Mark makes sure to keep his eyes trained on the television, but he listens carefully to the entire recount.

He doesn't care about the three hundred thousand dollars Eduardo had made just by taking an interest in weather patterns, even though Chris' eyes go perfectly round and on screen, Dustin's avatar bursts into flames again. Indeed, when Eduardo's turns to him expectantly, Mark just shrugs in response and looks away.

The only thing he really cares about is the fact that, underneath Eduardo's enthusiasm about rainfall in the Middle East, and his quiet pride at being able to pay his father back for Harvard's tuition fees, there's something in his voice that sounds...really fucking unhappy. The others must not notice, so Mark doesn't say anything when he closes the door behind a smiling Eduardo at one in the morning.

After that night, Eduardo drops by their dorm almost every weeknight for a month, but never once are he and Mark completely alone together. Chris and Dustin are always there, usually studying like Eduardo. Mark, who is leaps and bounds ahead of every single person in his CS classes, works on updating Course Match, sometimes coding for hours straight as he desperately tries to ignore the way Eduardo's mouth moves when he reads aloud from his textbooks. Sometimes they all go out for dinner to one of the campus cafes, and that is even worse, because then Mark has to look away from the sight of Eduardo's mouth closing over his fork, and has to shift uncomfortably under the table to hide his erection.

He tries not to think about it, but once in a while, Mark wonders if Eduardo ever remembers that night too, if he ever touches himself while thinking about it.

Closet (2b)

Some days, it seems like he might. Like when he pulls Mark away from his laptop, or passes him a plate of food, or hands him a jumper, their fingers will usually brush slightly and he'll gasp, the sound just ragged enough to be audible. Other times, Mark will look up from his coding (there's a new project he's been working on in his spare time with Dustin) to find Eduardo lying on his bed with a textbook, eyelashes all dark and long and lowered as he watches Mark, lips pink and wet and parted slightly.

But Eduardo doesn't say anything about it, doesn't act on it for so long that Mark almost thinks that their night had been a drunken one-off, never to be spoken of again.

Until the one night, four weeks into the semester, he does.

They're in the dorm watching a movie - Jurassic Park because it's Dustin's favorite - when Eduardo gets a call that sends him almost flying out the door, voice lowered as he switches to Portuguese. He comes back, telling them he should be getting back to his room and looking so upset that Mark offers to walk him back.

He honestly doesn't expect to be pushed up against Eduardo's door this time.

"Christ, I missed -" Mark's words are swallowed into a moan they rock against each other, right there in the empty hallway. His heart is pounding wildly in his chest as Eduardo's hips slam into his, harder and harder, faster and faster, until the incredible friction finally sends him over the edge, and he has to bite down on Eduardo's shoulder to choke back his groan.

They get themselves through the door and fall onto the single bed, clawing at each other's clothes in between messy kisses, the whole thing so frantic and fumbling that they're both naked before Mark realises that Eduardo is trembling.

"Hey," he murmurs, pushing up onto his elbows, trying to read Eduardo's face in the semi-darkness. "What's wrong? What is it?"

"Nothing," Eduardo whispers, "I'm fine."

"Wardo, you're shaking..."

"I -- it's really nothing."

"But --"

"Mark, please."

Biting his lip, Mark decides to just swallow his questions and pull Eduardo forward.

The first time, Mark tangles their hands together, not letting go until it's over, carefully watching Eduardo's face when he comes, prolonging his own pleasure to make sure he gets the chance to memorize it. But seconds later, when Eduardo kisses a wet trail down his torso and swallows down around him...Mark's eyes all but roll back in his head, and he's spilling down Eduardo's throat in seconds.

The second time, just half an hour later, he presses his face into the pillow and shoves his hips back hard while Eduardo presses into him from behind, hitting his prostate again and again. He knows he'll have bruises tomorrow, but somehow, the tight grip on Mark's hips makes it even better, like Eduardo's keeping him together even while he's coming apart all over the sheets with a cry.

The third time happens in the morning, in the shower.

"Fuck, Mark," Eduardo groans when Mark brings their cocks together, his hand forming a tight ring around them, the water making the slide of skin on skin slick and simple.

Afterwards, when Eduardo is back in one of his suits, and Mark has pulled on yesterday's clothes, they kiss, soft and slow. Breaking away, the small smile on Eduardo's face is so sweet that Mark completely forgets to ask if they'll be doing this again, or what "this" even is.

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Re: Eduardo/Mark

That GIF just broke me heart=(

Re: Eduardo/Mark - reject36, 2012-05-21 02:04 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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Closet (3e)


He rolls a condom onto Eduardo's hard prick, smears lube all over it, and then the both of them watch. breathless, as Mark lowers himself down onto inch after inch of Eduardo's dick until he's fully seated, moaning at the intense pressure at the base of his spine, at the brilliant burning stretch when Eduardo's strong arms raise him up by the hips and slam him back down again, at the explosion of sensation whenever Eduardo's thick oiled cock drags against his prostate.

It's all so deliciously frenzied and rough and needy that Mark is whimpering senselessly as he rides Eduardo, bracing his hands against Eduardo's shoulders, rocking his hips back and forth, meeting Eduardo thrust for thrust. God, it's like he can feel it in his fucking throat, Eduardo's cock stuffing him full, drawing back, then driving back in again so hard that Mark can tell he'll be feeling it tomorrow, will be so fucking sore, will remember getting fucked so good every time he moves.

When Eduardo starts jerking him off, Mark almost screams. Everything from his fingers to his toes snaps with tension, and he arches up, pressing into Eduardo's hand, crying out as he finally lets go. Come spills onto his stomach, over Eduardo's fingers, and Eduardo keep stroking him through it, keeps fucking him through it. It lasts so much longer than it should, Mark shuddering and grinding long after most people might have scrambled away from the stimulation. He doesn't care, he keeps rocking up and down until Eduardo comes too, loves feeling Eduardo's grip tighten around his hips, the amazing pressure of Eduardo's dick slamming against his oversensitive prostate.

Afterwards, of course they're starving, but neither of them can be fucked cooking - well, Mark can't cook, and he won't let Eduardo out from underneath him where they're stretched out on the couch - so he just reaches down to his jeans again, yanks out his phone and orders them pizza. They eat while watching the weather channel because Eduardo is weird and likes that shit, and Mark can put up for an hour or so, before he's finished with the food, and getting bored listening to the weather lady talk about cold fronts in China, and is really fucking horny again, mainly because Eduardo had only bothered to pull his jeans on to answer the delivery boy at the Kirkland entrance door, and his chest is all brown and muscled and distracting.

Eduardo's not usually arrogant - like, at all, even though Mark believes he's got every right to be, what with his body and face and kindness and intelligence and generosity and betting ability - but he actually smirks when he catches Mark checking him out, and shakes his head warningly.

"No, Mark, I don't think I can."

"Of course you can, Wardo. Come on."

Ignoring Eduardo's laughing protests, smiling a little himself, Mark kneels on the floor in front of the couch and touches two fingers to Eduardo's hole, still kind of wet, and they slide in easily. He works them in as far as they'll go, scissoring them slightly to take the edge off the burn. Again, Eduardo either doesn't feel the stretch or actually gets off on it, because he's pushing back so that they've got a rhythm going, and he's kissing Mark breathlessly, and he's fisting himself slowly with his right hand, grunting as he gets closer and closer.

"No," Mark pants, breaking the kiss and halting the movement of his hand. "No, I want you to --" The words stick in his throat and he doesn't know how to ask for this.

"What is it?" Eduardo's wrapped his fingers tight around the base of his dick, stopping himself from coming, and Mark thinks it must be really fucking painful just holding yourself back like that, but Eduardo just grimaces and ignores the potential discomfort. All his attention is on Mark when he whispers, "Tell me what you want."

"On my face," Mark whispers, looking down and feeling his face heat up. "I want you to come on my face. I want it so bad, please Wardo --"

Closet (3f)

There's complete silence for one long moment, and Mark thinks that he must have finally fucked this up, must've asked for too much, too wrong, too dirty.

But then there's a choked, "Fuck, Mark," and Eduardo is back to jerking himself off hard, his grip tight and his strokes long and sure. His dick is leaking with precum, but he's not there yet, and Mark just wants it to happen already, so he leans forward and sucks lightly on the tip, the tonguing the sensitive underside of Eduardo's cock.

"Fuck, Mark, I'm coming, oh God, I'm --"

Between the wet heat of Mark's mouth, his own hand working around his dick, and the fingers shoving in and out his ass over and over again, Eduardo looks completely overstimulated, wrecked and sobbing. He comes so hard that he's fucking arching against the couch, and clenching around Mark's fingers, and spilling thick and warm all over Mark's lips. He guides the tip of his cock over Mark's face with an appreciative groan, so that his come is actually dripping from Mark's left cheek and jaw by the time they both stop to catch their breath.

"Oh my God, Mark, what was that?"

"Did you like it?" Mark asks carefully, licking slightly at tangy moisture at the corners of his mouth.

"You know I did." Eduardo rubs at his face, choking back a laugh. "God, your face. Come here." He reaches forward, his fingers tight around Mark's jaw, pulling him back onto the couch. Before Mark even knows what's happening, Eduardo's tongue is running down his face, across his cheekbone, lapping up his own come, and Mark is so fucking hard, he's actually shuddering with it.

It's all he can do to not come completely untouched when Eduardo's tongue doesn't stop, licks down his neck and chest and stomach, gets to Mark's dick and starts lapping at it.

"Please, God, please Wardo...faster, please..I need to come, want to come...please --"

It's maddening, not nearly enough pressure, just long teasing drags of tongue down Mark's dick until he absolutely cannot take it anymore, has to grab a grinning Eduardo by the jaw and force his mouth wide open. And then he's being swallowed, taken all the way to the back of Eduardo's throat, and Eduardo's gagging on his cock, and that shouldn't be hot, but it is, especially when he just goes back for more, holds it for one, two, three seconds before pulling off, and Mark just explodes.

He rolls onto the floor, because it truly doesn't feel like there's enough energy in his body for him to pull himself onto the couch. Eduardo, smug and smiling happily to himself, just shakes his head fondly as he walks away, returning with a thick blanket stolen from Chris' room.

"Why not one of mine?"

"Because you don't feel cold like the rest of us humans, Mr. Hoodies in winter," Eduardo lowers himself to the floor, poking Mark in the ribcage. "And all your blankets are way too thin for November."

"We've got heating, you know," Mark points out, even though he secretly understands when Eduardo covers them with Chris' heavy coverlet, downy and soft and wonderful.

Aside from Eduardo during the last few weeks, Mark's never shared a bed with anybody before. Still, he's just not a cuddly sleeper - he likes his space in bed. Even when Eduardo's there in his single, they don't usually touch. But tonight...he just needs to keep Eduardo with him for once. So he cuddles. Pulls Eduardo flush against his chest, curls his arms around Eduardo's shoulder, and hooks a leg around the back of Eduardo's knee.

It's kind of awkward because Mark's shorter, and they're both all sharp angles and jutting hipbones, and he must be coming off needy in a thousand different ways, but Eduardo thankfully doesn't say anything about it. Just nuzzles into Mark's collarbones, yawns loudly and is out like a light within seconds.

Mark follows a few minutes later, breathing in the citrusy scent of Eduardo's expensive shampoo and resolving to go shopping for warmer blankets some time soon.

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Closet (4a)



Later, in Palo Alto, Mark will realize something significant about this night: it's pretty much the happiest he has ever been in his life. He will remember it, and it will hit him that falling asleep together, tangled up like this, thinking about going linen shopping? This is the moment when he falls in love with Eduardo -- if indeed, he hadn't been half-way there already.

But immediately following the night's slide into the scary world of caring about somebody else that much, Mark wakes up, not recognizing the fact that he has changed, will never be the same again. And somehow, in the day that follows, this amazing thing that he and Eduardo have spent half a year constructing...it just falls apart.


They blink awake almost at the same time, warm, cocooned in Chris' blanket. He would kill them if he knew that they'd slept under it naked, both sticky with all sorts of questionable fluids. Inwardly shrugging, Mark decides that what Chris doesn't know can't hurt him and pulls Eduardo into a kiss that tastes of stale morning breath and cheese pizza. Eduardo doesn't actually seem to mind; when they've pulled away, his eyes are doing that crinkly-at-the-corners thing, and his smile is small and kind of shy.

Maybe it's because Mark is slowly running the tip of his index finger over his eyebrows, down his nose, tracing the curve of his bottom lip. Maybe it's because he sees something in Mark's face, some indication of the thoughts running through Mark's head, which are mainly devoted to memorizing how perfect Eduardo looks in the gold dawn light filtering in through the curtains. Maybe it's because Mark whispers, voice low in the morning silence of the suite, "I forgot to say thank you. For agreeing to invest in thefacebook, I mean."

Eduardo grins mischievously, tonguing the corner of his mouth. "Don't worry. I'm pretty sure I got the message."

But Mark shakes his head. "No, I'm serious, Wardo. Thanks. Really." He tries to inject his voice with as much gratitude as he can, and thinks he must be successful when Eduardo just nods once, before clearing his throat.

"So uh -- all those things you did to me last night, going to tell me where you picked them up?" he asks, not coy, just honestly curious.

Mark shrugs. "Gay porn mostly," he replies, not even considering the idea that it might be more advisable to lie.

He only realizes his mistake when Eduardo stiffens in his arms, and says in a tight voice, "Right, of course." There is a beat of silence, during which Mark inwardly berates himself for upsetting Eduardo, for bringing up something he is clearly not ready to face yet.

]Eduardo continues, "So you are, then? Gay, I mean."

Which is just the most ridiculous question Mark has ever been asked in his entire life, and he tells Eduardo so, trying to keep all inflection out of his voice. He doesn't want Eduardo to cotton on to how angry he is, how much he hates Eduardo's father for making Eduardo so uncomfortable with this part of himself.

"Yeah, you're right," Eduardo goes on with a strangled, nervous laugh. "Of course. That was stupid of me."

And before Mark can reach out and stop him, he rolls out from under the blanket and quickly pulls on his clothes. "I have to go," he says, already heading for the door, carefully avoiding Mark's eyes. "I'll um, send you the check later today, okay?"

Mark watches the suite door swing shut and tries to swallow back the nauseous feeling in his stomach.

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Closet (4b)

Mark stays in the suite all weekend, coding, running entirely on nervous energy and no sleep whatsoever.

His palms are damp, his left knee won't stop bouncing up and down, and he keeps finding elementary mistakes in his work. The whole situation is made irreparably worse when Eduardo doesn't text, doesn't call, doesn't come over on Saturday night, and even more so when Dustin lets himself in on Sunday evening and asks, "Hey, where's Wardo?"

"How should I know?" Mark mutters, digging his headphones out from his drawer.

Well-practiced, Dustin simply shrugs off Mark's foul temper, and pops in Jurassic Park again. He's blathering on about how the kid in the movie looks like him a little bit, so loudly that Mark can hear him through his half-open bedroom door.

Mark wants to yell no he fucking doesn't, but he's still pretending to listen to music. He also wants to shut his door all the way, but he's keeping an ear out for Eduardo's return, so.

But then -

But then, Chris bursts into the suite, grinning widely, saying, "I bumped into Eduardo on the way back from the station. Met his girlfriend."

Dustin makes some kind of strange, squawking sound. "What? He hasn't got a girlfriend."

"He does now," Chris laughs. "She's been in one of his classes all semester, and they hooked up yesterday. She's nice. Name's Christy."

So then -

So then, Mark shuts his door.

Somehow though, he can still hear it through the wood when Dustin says, "But...what about Mark?"

Chris' voice is confused. "What about him?"

Mark doesn't want to listen to any more, so he enables his headphones for real this time, turns the volume way up high, and tries to lose himself in something that has always made sense to him.

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So Dustin had already known.

He’s not actually angry. He’d been expecting to be found out soon enough; he and Eduardo had never been the most discreet people around, after all.


Now that Mark knows that both of them know, it’s so fucking awkward.

When he emerges from his room on Monday morning, after having gotten exactly zero hours of sleep, lying in his bed alone, it’s to find them waiting on the couch.

“Why aren’t you at breakfast? Or in class?”

“Oh, we just thought we’d all go down to the d-hall together,” Chris smiles, unnaturally cheerful.

“Yeah!” adds Dustin. “We’ll have pancakes, okay?”

Pursing his lips to keep from groaning aloud, Mark just grits his teeth and decides to endure their mother-henning.

The task becomes infinitely more difficult, however, when, after having watched Dustin inhale three plates of greasy bottle-mixture pancakes, they’re walking across the Yard, and spot Eduardo sitting under a tree with a pretty Asian girl.

He looks stricken when he sees them, abruptly standing and brushing non-existent leaves away from his trousers.

Something in Mark’s chest twinges, some combination of horror and panic and hurt making his hands shake as he watches Eduardo lead the girl over to them.

"Hi!" she chirps, friendly and with a perfect smile, the exact opposite of Mark, and he -- God, he doesn't think he's ever hated any person more than he hates this girl right here. In fact, the wave of envy and hot bubbling rage that swells through his body is enough to have his head spinning.

Except she's got her hand stuck out, and Dustin elbows him sharply in the ribcage, and Eduardo has a deer-caught-in-headlights look on his face...

Mark shakes her hand. "I'm Mark," he says, throat dry, the words painful and raw.

"Oh," she looks confused. "Are you and Eduardo good friends? He's never mentioned you before."

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