"It's already going to be an unconventional wedding." Glibt pointed out with a light smile. "And we're already offending Mark's mother by not having it at a church, having a nondenominational service. Apart from that, I don't think there's much we could do to make it worse in her mind, you know? And she's the only one who gets easily offended, aside from James, of course; I think my relationship with Mark offends him on principle alone." Glibt didn't really care, however. He loved Mark, Mark loved him, and they were going to get married; that was all that mattered.
"And the bachelor party will likely be rather unconventional as well, especially because my wedding party is predominantly female. I call my sisters bridesmaids, but neither Mark or I will be playing the part of the bride, as much as I would look absolutely gorgeous in a white ball gown." Glibt laughed even as he wondered about Harvey's sudden somber nature, but he was used to the mood-swings; if Harvey needed to talk about something, he would get to it in time. "But, yeah, you'll get a list."
And then, yes, Harvey spoke about what was on his mind and Glibt nodded slowly, supportively, his voice as quiet as Harvey's. "Of course, Harvey. I can understand why you don't want to keep putting it off." Trouble was, there was no telling how any certain mortal would react to the news; Glibt had been lucky with Harvey, his martyr had accepted his identity - and had accepted it rather well, but Glibt wasn't going to think too hard about their final kiss - but, then again, Harvey'd had the advantage of being immortal himself and just having to reconcile the existence of the gods. Paul was about to be exposed to a world that could rock the very foundations of his belief system.
"And I'll support you, one hundred percent, even if it's just remaining quiet while you tell him and giving a small display of power if he needs proof. Or if you'd rather I interjected here and there... I do have experience with telling mortals. It's up to you, Harv."