Mark is in a skirt and Eduardo is half naked and they’re on a balcony in Venice.

Between broken laptops and takes.

Anyway, Facebook is gonna be the next big thing and when Sean goes inside the house he stops in his tracks because there, in the kitchen, is basically the giant roadblock into Facebook becoming that thing, to surpass all expectations and take advantage of all the luck that’s been handed to them on a silver platter. Shattering those things is–or will be, undoubtedly–Eduardo Saverin, sitting at the kitchen counter with his head in his hands.

A high school love story that is for some reason centered around dentistry.

But coincidences led to Reggie crowding Jughead against Archie’s bookshelf, Jughead smirking like he wanted this, leading to Reggie gripping Jughead’s hips and crashing their mouths together, over and over again.

(“Maybe it was a diversity thing,” Mark says. “But so what?”

Eduardo doesn’t really reply, just says, “I’ll let you know how the party is,” before going back into the building, leaving Mark out in the cold.)

Chris says, “So. Back to your obvious crush on Eduardo.”

There’s no point in hiding it when Chris is gay and honest. Mostly honest. Well, he’s really gay, too. “Yeah,” Mark says resolutely.

“I’d hit that,” Chris says.

Gay and honesty, right there.

The documentation of a relationship that’s more than a brief encounter, longer than a week in summer, and closer than any distance that words can’t cross.

A collaboration with renaissance

a reunion (with a disappointing lack of nebby)

Wearing your best poker face, you call his bluff. (No hearts were broken in the making of this long con.)