"Are you going to go all band tee shirt on me? Or are you going to start dressing like Johnny? Ripped jeans and sneakers?" Mark teased lightly. Johnny actually dressed slightly better than that.
He wrapped his arm around Glibt's shoulder when he leaned in to kiss him and let his fingers run lightly through his boyfriend's hair. Mark's new form needed to shave and had hair that was just a smidgen longer than he would have liked. He would add a hair cut to his weekend plans. "So long as you look good and feel good, I'll deal with any moodswings the change might bring you. I didn't know Cris, but you still feel like Harvey to me. I'll take you in this form or any other. Happily." Mark rubbed his hand gently up Glibt's forearm. He was enjoying this form perhaps a bit too much.
"I spent nine really, really good years as Mark Garret," he said, sounding almost nostalgic. "It's almost comforting to be back in this form, you know? Even if it's not permanent yet, the memories are just that good-- even though all I did was work. I barely left the White House. I liked that."