Glibt nodded, coming back to himself even further, just reminding himself to breathe. They were Harvey's scars, not his, and even though Glibt had felt the bullets tear through Harvey's flesh and had felt the life leave his then-lover before hearing the news personally, Glibt had no right to them. He had no right to commandeer Harvey's pain and turn it into his own, had no right, or desire, really, to make this conversation about him. It was about Paul and Harvey, Glibt was merely there to be supportive.
Still, even as he set the pan on the counter, he couldn't help but wince at the matter-of-fact way in which Harvey was referring to his assassination. He probably wouldn't have started out that way, he would have given the general spiel about society having faith in concepts and raising legends from the grave before getting into specific details; it was how Glibt and Mark had explained it to Mia and it was how he'd explained it to Harvey.
But there was something he felt he did need to clarify, even with Paul looking so confused. "That plaque memorializes your life, Harvey, not what that-" Glibt paused; he was so used to saying thatbastardDanWhite as one word that he had to work at merely saying the man's name. However, he wouldn't say it in front of Harvey. "-not one man's hatred." That said, softly and calmly, Glibt craned his neck to look at the photograph as it was slid across the counter; he liked that Harvey kept it in his wallet, although, again, he told himself that this was about Paul. His own feelings, murky and confused as they would always be, shouldn't come into play.
Which was why he looked away when Paul ran his fingers through the hair at the back of Harvey's head, looked away, down into his glass, and ran his fingers through his own hair, although he didn't touch the spot where he'd felt the last bullet collide with Harvey's skull. "I know it's a lot to take in, Paul." Glibt said quietly as he let a sort of soothing calm work its way into his voice, let the comforting power of what Glibt was at his base - love, equality, acceptance, passion for the fight - slip into the air around him. No, he wouldn't force his way into Paul's mind to help the mortal accept what he had just learned and, no, he wouldn't force his way into Harvey's mind to quell his friend's nerves, but he could be who he was in the hopes that it would help.
"But when society focuses enough of their thoughts, their attention, their faith on a concept or person, legend, sometimes that is enough to give physical form to that concept or bring a legend back from- the grave." Or the ashes, as it were, beneath a plaque and long since mixed into the waters of San Francisco Bay. "This doesn't negate any faith or spirituality you might have or practice, or render any personal beliefs you might have obsolete." Glibt put just a tad more power into his presence, wanting to help in any way possible. "It simply is. Your boyfriend, Harvey... is, again, because of the good he did while he was alive for the first time and because, even decades later, parts of society still celebrated the contributions he made to the cause, to the world." Maybe that wasn't the best way to frame it, but Harvey had been blunt; Glibt wanted to be rational, explanatory, and calming.