Paul looked up at Glibt again, twisting a ring around his left ring finger idly, a smiled at him. "I couldn't imagine dating someone who'd seen so much more of the world, of time, than I have. Even Harvey and I have trouble keeping in touch through the generation gap." He settled his elbow on the counter for a moment before noticing the drink there and sliding it over to him, turning his attention towards that for a moment.
In the silence, the timer for the stove went off. Paul initially moved to take care of that, but Harvey waved him off. "I'll take care of it, you two keep talking, I'm sure you have questions," he said as he moved to the stove to busy himself finishing dinner.
Paul settled back down, though, and pressed his hands between his knees. "So," he said. "There are people like Harvey who died and then came back because people put so much belief in their legacy. There are people like you who are concepts and... and people's belief in you gave you form. That sounds... impossible and weird, but that's ok. And then there are gods. Like... Greeks and Egyptians and stuff. I think that freaks me out the most, though, because all the myths I remember were weird and violent and just..." he shook his head. "So, who else do I know that's... not human?" he asked Glibt. "Does anyone else around me know?"
"Bret's mother knows," Harvey said idly. "I ran into her at a rally in San Francisco about three months after I came back and she recognized me. But Bret doesn't know anything, we didn't feel like he needed to know at the time." In hindsight, it might have been better, now, if they had told them. "Glibt, I'll uhm... let you handle the rest. You're better at the whole explanation than I am." Obviously.