"So do you," Mark replied, and he wasn't simply saying it to fill the space. Glibt was certainly younger, but he made an extremely pretty younger man. Mark grinned and ran his hand across Glibt's brow, sweeping a bit of hair away from his eyes. It was the first time they'd ever had the same hair color and Mark liked the new texture. "I think I could get used to this-- once we have to."
Mark pulled his lips up into one of his usual trade marked grins (though in this form it looked far more smug than it had on Mark Harden) and stepped back. He stooped down and grabbed up the pants he'd kicked to the side. They were going to have to go out, so he was going to have to wear them at least for a bit. "I think that maybe we should do the clothes before the furniture, yeah? And I told you so," he said, raising an eyebrow. "I knew I wouldn't hate it."
He plopped back down onto the bed and started pulling the pants back up his legs. They were far too loose. "You're, um... kind of young."