Glibt smiled, sheepish and slightly self-deprecating, as Mark snickered. "No, I know enough to fully spread out various shopping trips. That reminds me, though, we're eventually going to have to figure out what we're wearing for the wedding. When we're back in our... old forms, yeah, and, of course, properly spaced out, but that might be the last major detail to figure out." And vows, Glibt hadn't even started his vows yet; he let the momentary panic surface when he normally would have shoved it down, chewing on his lower lip for a moment in a throwback to an earlier era, a throwback that Mark wouldn't recognize.
Looking curiously at his fiance, Glibt barely caught what Mark said. Something about Republicans? Glibt didn't really want to ask, however; talking about Republicans could lead to talking about DADT and that probably wasn't a topic of conversation that needed to surface at the moment, not when Glibt didn't have as much control over his emotions as he usually did.
He let the moment pass and smiled lightly, hopefully. "I know you meant it. I was teasing, mostly." Leaning in tentatively, he brushed a brief kiss over Mark's lips, soft and careful, testing the waters of these new forms. Different, yes, but still good. "That's another thing I'm looking forward to, having you home more often. Maybe I'll learn how to cook something other than breakfast and really basic dinners and we can stop living solely out of take-out boxes."