recruityou (recruityou) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-08-23 12:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | harvey milk, lgbtq culture |
Who: Harvey and Glibt (appearances by Tommy and Paul)
What: Not being workaholics.
When: Monday evening.
Where: Harvey's apartment in Midtown.
Warning: None.
Admittedly, it had been a little awkward when Harvey and Glibt were first reunited. But after he had gotten over the initial uncertainty of whether he would be able to be just friends with his ex-lover, Harvey had realized that the two of them worked astonishingly well together in a platonic relationship. Nothing really substantial had changed between them, other than the obvious; they could still joke around the same and maintained the same confidence between them, his desire to see Glibt happy and loved hadn't changed either - he couldn't express how happy he was that the other man had found someone he loved and wanted to commit his life to. Things had changed, they'd both moved on with the lives separate from each other, but there was something remarkably the same between them yet.
It made their friendship stronger, he thought, to know that the idea he fought endlessly for was someone he cared so tremendously about as well. Seeing the results of their fight and experiencing the joy of the collective community embodied in one man was incredible. It kept him fighting. It let him know that the whole thing wasn't just a fruitless effort.
But of course they did have to pause from the constant battle occasionally to actually, well, eat.
Harvey had foisted a stack of paperwork off onto his assistant, had some things sent over to Glibt's office and was well into packing up and getting ready to leave when his cell phone announce to him that it was 5 o'clock. It was still difficult for him to leave the center knowing that there were things to be done that he could be doing himself even though he was leaving it all in perfectly capable hands. And he knew that they were capable because in the week that he was gone nothing had been destroyed or burned down or fell apart. It would be fine. Harvey just needed to get over being a control freak.
Locking up his office, he yelled down the hall for Paul and Tommy - since Glibt said he wanted to see his (soon-to-be) stepson - and made his way out to the lobby to wait. He briefly checked his watch, dropped his bag on one of the front tables and watched out the floor-to-ceiling windows for Glibt to get there.