"More room and more light." Glibt replied with a contemplative nod; yes, it was far different, but they weren't a time capsule, the two of them, Glibt's aged appearance was enough evidence for that. "But it suits you." Glibt bent at the waist to offer his hand for Mina to sniff and after she did, with quite a bit of confusion, Glibt reached up to scratch behind her ears gently. "She's adorable. In a very Doberman-esque way, of course." He murmured, and then watched as Harvey straightened up their shoes with a bit of an affectionate smile.
Loosening his own tie and rolling up his sleeves until they sat just below his elbows, Glibt deftly reached out to grasp the drink shaker, pouring the perfect mixture of vodka and orange juice and shaking it with practiced ease. Pouring them each a drink, Glibt wondered whether it would be better to ask Harvey about being his best man now, before they'd had a few drinks, or wait and risk that the apartment would end up filling up to the brim and that he wouldn't be able to get time alone with his friend in order to raise the issue.
"No, that's understandable and I'm glad you've found somewhere so close to work. My commute isn't exactly fun." He took a long sip of his screwdriver, glancing out the window. "Really, I can keep a better eye on things mentally. Not that I've poked around in Bret's mind at all, that's just plain rude. But I do keep an eye on Tommy, just how he's feeling in a general sense. Mostly because I can't help but worry." Loving a mortal, well, it was dangerous in more ways than one. It hadn't turned out very well for Glibt; he couldn't help but be somewhat biased against the concept.
Leaning against the counter, Glibt tilted his head. "Should I take advantage the apartment's temporary emptiness to finally bring up that semi-important thing I mentioned?"