Glibt blinked; he hadn't really thought of that. It just showed that their routine - constant work on both their parts, take-out dinners, and whatever time they could glean together in between it all - had become the norm. Smiling, wide and bright, he pressed another affectionate kiss to Mark's cheek. "You've got a point there. Keep in mind, though, that these forms take maintenance. We'll have to balance out all that pizza with-" He wrinkled his nose. "-actual healthy food." Glibt finished regretfully, pouting just a tad, another juvenile expression that would have never crossed Harvey Stonewall's face.
"Coffee maker, a decent TV for our shows, a wireless set-up..." Glibt listed contemplatively; those were the basic necessities for their survival. Matching furniture was just a bonus, one that Glibt was looking forward to immensely. "I really don't mind traveling, though, Mark. I do enough of it for work anyway, and you do have the jet. But, yeah, having another decoration project to sink my teeth into..." He smiled thankfully at Mark, leaning against him briefly. "Well, just let me know how much antiquing is too much, yeah?"
Laughing, Glibt stood as well, stretching out slowly and feeling new muscles stretch taunt before relaxing. He was feeling more comfortable in the new form, but it would still take him some time to feel completely settled. "Mm, well, as long as that giggle is directed solely at me, I'm sure I'll finally stop worrying." Really, he wouldn't, but it would be good to finally meet the man his fiance was going to be working so closely with.