Glibt snorted. "And, yes, all politicians are known for their trustworthy nature." He wouldn't have minded if it was a crack at Mark; the Democratic Party itself wasn't perfect, but it was a hell of a lot better than the Republican Party and Mark was a hell of a lot more trustworthy than James. "Just don't let any details leak out to the press and you'll be good."
Following Harvey into the building and onto the elevator, he leaned back against the wall as they rose up into the air. "Oh, that's a tricky move, Harv, trying to get me to laugh as much as I work. If I were to do that, all I'd ever do is laugh and work and then I'd never be able to escape either task and actually have time to eat dinner with my friends." Yes, playful banter, light jibes shooting back and forth, Glibt was glad he'd taken Harvey up on his offer, glad that they were both able to take at least a bit of time away from work to spend time in each other's company. And there was also Glibt's ulterior motive, but he would save that until after he'd had a screwdriver or two and felt more at ease with asking the question.
Blinking as they entered Harvey's apartment, Glibt did feel a slight sense of wrongness for a moment; either the apartment didn't match Harvey or Harvey didn't match the apartment. But then his mind adjusted to the present day and after a moment... yes, it did seem like a good fit for Harvey. "It's different." He offered with a bit of a smile. "But still you." Sliding his own bag off his shoulder, he set it next to Harvey's, unzipping it and withdrawing a paper bag with the bottle of vodka in it. "Damn, I'm torn between putting this in the fridge and petting your dog. What's her name?" Glibt asked, setting the vodka down next to his bag and leaning down a bit to look at the dog with a wider smile. Her presence reminded Glibt that he should really finally decide on a name for the puppy that George Washington was training for him and Mark; it'd be good to have something to take care of and that something actually needed a name.