Glibt started, looking over at Mark briefly; oh, did he hate being put in this sort of position, but it seemed like, in recent days, it seemed to be inevitable. He'd been about to suggest that he and Mark simply leave to get lunch when he made the mistake at looking over at Thomas. The godling had leaned forward and was tilting his head in a way that made it seem like he was looking up at Glibt, even though they were at the same level. His eyes were wide and vaguely pleading and... had his lower lip trembled a bit?
Now that? Was not fair, not fair at all. Glibt sighed lightly and rubbed at his forehead briefly. "I guess we can stay for one small, quick cup of coffee." And, truth be told, he missed Harvey's coffee a bit. Not that he would ever say that in front of Mark; he looked back at his fiance apologetically. "And we can grab a hotdog or something on the way back to your work?"