Mark and Glibt had already talked once about what the feelings of jealousy reminded him of and how much he hated feeling that way. There was no need to rehash it and not in front of his son and company. Instead, Mark simply possessively eyed Glibt's hand on his knee until he'd rid himself of the look on his face that indicated his displeasure at thinking about his fiance and Harvey in the same breath.
"Has Harvey introduced you to his sister?" he finally asked Bret in an attempt to be reasonable about the whole thing. The project, after all, wasn't a bad idea, even if he didn't like those involved. "Actually, he's his adopted sister, or was it foster?" Mark glanced over at Glibt, wondering which one he'd want to go with in the end. It would be obvious to anyone that they weren't related by birth. "Layla. She's extremely connected to the African American community centers in the city. She'd probably be able to help you."
There, he could be mature about Harvey. Pay no mind to the fact that his fingers brushed unconsciously against Glibt's engagement ring several times.
There was, though, only so much Mark could be entirely mature about. He looked at Thomas a quirked an eyebrow. "Really? Bret, you'll have to forgive Thomas. Sometime he goes a little overboard in his political schilling. I wish I could say I had nothing to do with it, but it runs in the family. What exactly had he told you that's made you want to register for a third party with no candidates?" He winked at Thomas. "Your Aunt Greenie'll be so disappointed."