Mark couldn't help that his answer was equally lame. He'd spent most of his day being incredibly moody with his staff, which was really how he'd spent most of his week. The show hadn't been particularly funny since the incident with Thomas and Bret, and he'd only gotten moodier after Layla had taken it upon herself to commenting on his parenting skills. She had no right, as far as he was concerned. Malcolm was a good kid who'd grown into an adult Mark was proud to call his son; he was a product of both Mark and Layla proof that he didn't always fail.
Mark looked up from his laptop for the briefest of moments, but didn't completely catch Glibt's eye. Soon enough he decided his gaze was better focused on the HuffPo on his computer screen. "How's your mother doing?" Unlike the other night, there was no snark in his voice when he mentioned Media this time. It was just a question to help get things moving. They obviously needed to talk.
He picked a beer bottle up from the coffee table. Normally, he would have offered to get up and grab one for his fiance, but for now he stayed on the couch and took a large gulp.