Glibt flushed lightly, something that he, as Harvey, didn't do that much, but it came easier on his new face. "Thanks. I didn't specifically try to look like this, but I wanted to appear compassionate and open. Someone who teenagers would feel comfortable talking to." Tilting his head toward Mark's hand, Glibt smiled again, hopeful and tentatively happy. Yes, he could get used to this, as soon as he got used to this new form and the emotional changes that he could tell came with it. "Good to know that no one will be kicked out of bed, yeah?"
With a grin that mixed Cris' cheekiness and Harvey's tendency to let the skin around his eyes crinkle with each smile, Glibt watched in slight amusement as Mark pulled the pants back on. "Good point, we wouldn't want your pants to fall down while we're trying to decide which couch to get. I'd have to glare at everyone who dared to ogle you and that would be rather tiring." Teasing, he sat down carefully on the bed next to his fiance, still trying to feel comfortable in his own skin, his new skin.
Mark's last words had him ducking his head just a tad. "I focused on the twenty-five to thirty range, so I think I ended up falling somewhere in between. I, ah, figured that the kids would find it easier to talk to someone closer to their own age." It was easier than saying the real reason - I like older men and always have and it wouldn't have felt right if I was older than you, or the same age; really, I would have been five years younger if I didn't think that would have freaked you out. - and Glibt looked up at Mark carefully. "It's okay, though, right?"