"Remind me never to try to attempt to break into your apartment, then." Glibt replied with a chuckle, giving Nina another gentle scratch behind the ears before returning to his drink, taking a gulp not to get drunk, simply to calm his nerves, the nerves that were revolving around what he was going to ask Harvey... eventually.
Glancing toward the hallway, he winced slightly. "Make-up explosion?" He asked lightly, a sympathetic look on his face as he took another sip before contemplating Harvey's words. "It's not Bret specifically that I worry about and it's not really the age difference, because, well, I'd be a hypocrite if I disapproved on that basis. It's that Bret is mortal that worries me. That just opens up a whole mess of issues that Thomas might find it hard to navigate. I mean, I want him to be happy, I just... worry about his happiness lasting."
But talking about Bret and Thomas was pretty much just a distraction from the one thing Glibt really wanted to talk about. He didn't know why he was so nervous, it wasn't like Harvey would say no... would he? He might as well just dive into it and hope that it went well. "Well, it's just a question, really. Not that important, I guess, and I've already spoken to Mark, so you don't have to worry about what he'd think because he's alright with it..." Glibt took another sip of his screwdriver in order to stop babbling.
"Rather embarrassing babble aside, I, ah, was wondering if you'd do me the honour of being my best man at the wedding." There, the question was out there between them and Glibt still looked nervous, but there was no one else he wanted to fill the role of best man. Media would have worked, yes, for maid of honour, but Glibt had another role in mind for her. Besides, Harvey was one of his oldest friends and they still shared something special, even if it was a different sort of special than what they'd had in the past.