Glibt hesitated for only a moment before he reached up to grasp Mark's hand and there was that spark of political and legal connection that made Glibt just want to sink into Mark's arms. Again, though, he pursed his lips, twined his fingers with Mark, and stood carefully. Glancing down at their joined hands, the corners of his lips quirked up just slightly and he brushed his thumb lovingly over the back of Mark's hand.
"I know you don't want anything to do with her. But that doesn't stop me from being jealous that she has-" What I never will. Glibt stopped, shook his head as if to clear it. The thought of marriage, being able to marry, of eventually marrying Mark, well, he couldn't think about that. The hope would crush him.
He remained silent as they walked toward the kitchen, mulling over what Mark was saying. "Mark, I've been willing to give everything you've asked of me. I may not enjoy it, like it, but..." Glibt trailed off; it would sound pathetic to finish that with 'I love you' or 'it's worth it'. "I was angry about your marriage that night and I dragged a bunch of other shit into the argument. I didn't mean to do that." It was better if he kept talking about his own actions, he didn't want to think about the marriage or Mark's need to keep their relationship a secret.