It was probably incredibly wrong, but Mark was eternally grateful for what ever essence it was that allowed him the leniency he was granted in behavior by the issues he championed. He was sure that this fight should have had the legs to continue for hours if not days considering what he and Marijuana had both done and allowed. But instead of fighting, Glibt was suggesting that they try to find more time to plan their wedding.
Mark was fairly sure that he had the most forgiving fiance ever, and unlike Layla, Glibt didn't seem to resent him for it. Yet.
"What do we have left to do?" he asked, moving so that their bodies were touching just a bit more. "I mean... aside from everything. Have we done anything beside choose a place?"