"Johnny." Tommy interjected cheerfully, Mark's squeeze to his shoulder making it so that he didn't think too hard about Johnny, about his worry that Johnny was the favourite of Mark's three sons. He settled in against his father to listen to Bret talk about all of his theater experience, a light smile on his face, working hard to keep the infatuation and affection out of his eyes.
It was difficult, but Tommy managed, for the most part. "He's been in Reefer Madness!" Tommy said excitedly to Mark. "I didn't even know that it was a musical, but, apparently, the musical came before the movie." Glibt broke in from where he was laying cheese out onto their burgers. "And RENT. It'll always be my favourite, I could probably sing the entire show off by heart." He glanced over at Bret with a contemplative look in his eyes. "Mark or Roger?" It was a toss-up, really, Bret seemed to put off a Mark vibe, but the black nail polish the mortal was wearing just screamed Roger.
"You'd probably remember it if you had seen it. It's this big open-air space with a glass and metal ceiling designed to look almost like the waves of an ocean." Glibt continued, turning away from the barbecue to set out condiments, cutlery and napkins on the table, opening up the tupperware container of salad that Thomas had made as he tried not to think about how much Bret sounded like Harvey in that moment. "And, yeah, it's going to be rather big, with quite a few public figures, politicians and activists attending." Glibt glanced over his shoulder at the three of them as he continued setting up the table like a buffet of condiments and salad, along with paper plates, thinking that they could eat in the deck chairs; it would be a more casual atmosphere. "And I have to worry about the clothes. I have to satisfy Layla and Chris, which can be difficult, finding something decent for Har- my best man, face the terrifying prospect of choosing a dress for Lois-"
Here, Tommy leaned closer to Bret. "That's his best friend, or one of them, at least." Glibt nodded and continued. "Manage to match all of them up to what Mark's wedding party will be wearing and somehow manage to look better than all of them."
Tommy perked up slightly, glancing over at Mark. "Do I get to wear fancy clothes?"