Glibt gave in completely and shifted his arm back down to his side so he could lean his head against Mark's shoulder and close his eyes, breathing in closeness and contact and connection. No, he didn't resent it, not when he was in contact with Mark. After, when they had parted again, yes, there was a tinge of resentment but Glibt had learned to suppress negative emotions when he'd shifted from being a violent movement to a more peaceful, if still rebellious movement.
"There are a few major details we still have to discuss. I figured you wouldn't care about floral arrangements, place settings, centerpieces, monogrammed napkins, and other such little details, so I've already handled most of that. But we do need to choose a band or two, something classy for the ceremony and something fun for the reception. Do you have anything against Bowie? Because I think he owes me a favour. And we've got to decide about food, whether we're going to have a full sit-down dinner or go for a buffet style instead, and then decide what we actually want to serve, along with figuring out vegetarian, vegan, and kosher options." Glibt thought for a moment. "And I have a few photographers I've been looking at that I need your opinion on."
Glibt was quiet for a long moment, slipping an arm across Mark's stomach to settle on his hip. There had been anger, yes, and nausea, but now all he wanted to do was curl up with his fiance. Still, there was one more issue Glibt had to at least broach with Mark, even though it made him nervous. He didn't want to cause even more tension between Mark and Harvey. But, eventually, he spoke again, in a quiet, defeated voice. "And I might need to find a new best man."