"I didn't know you had a portrait here. I'd love to see it." Glibt replied with a slightly awed smile on his face, one that became even more awed as he was guided into the American Origins Wing. There was something being seeing hundreds of years of American history spread out before him in art form that made him feel utterly young and new.
It wasn't necessarily a bad feeling but it definitely made him feel humble as he took in every painting, photograph, and bust they passed. Aside from humility, it also inspired Glibt; he didn't think he'd ever have a portrait in the National Gallery, but he could certainly continue to contribute to the country, a country with such historic roots. They approached a certain bust and Glibt tilted his head as he looked at the carved marble. No, he didn't like to think too much about Mark's past, but it had contributed to the god his fiance was today, so he probably shouldn't continue to turn a blind eye to it, probably shouldn't continue to push it back into the recesses of his mind.
No, Glibt just leaned against Mark slightly, his smile thinning just a bit but still happy, still awed to even be there. "Thank you for showing me, this is all..." He waved his hand, trying to express with motions what he couldn't with words. "It's big, vast, larger than life. I mean, you knew all of these historical figures, they were just regular people to you, for all that they contributed to the development of our country. For me, though, it's all rather... inspiring."
Glibt nodded. "And, sometime, you know I'm going to ask you to bring me back here so I can hear every single story, right?"