Well, yes, he had liked Bret before, but that was before he'd known that the younger man was putting his lips on his youngest son on a regular basis. Mark frowned just slightly, but was mostly willing to forget that anything had just been said and let the moment pass. "Just, uh, good. I'm glad you understand, and I'll let you know when it's alright to tell people. I just have to talk to Malcolm."
With one hand, Mark reached up and rubbed the back of his neck which he tended to do when he was anxious. "So, one of the big things about this is that Glibt and I are probably both going to change our forms and names, but that isn't happening until after we're married as Mark Harden and Harvey Stonewall. I can show you a picture of what I'll look like eventually. I don't know if Glibt's chosen his form yet." Mark glanced over at Glibt, looking for an answer there. "We're still going to be your parents, we're just going to look different."