"Good, I wouldn't want anyone to try to deport me." Glibt quipped, pressing a brief kiss to Mark's cheek and shifted; his shoes were one size too big, but shopping for new ones wasn't going to be a pain, he was the god of LGBTQ Culture, after all. "Thanks, though. Getting everything set up for Maggie was a pain-" And he still had all of Cris' documentation sitting in a deposit box with everything else he'd saved from that life. "-and it'll be good not to have to worry about that this time around."
Taking his coat from Mark with a thankful smile, Glibt thought for a moment. Really, he did dislike whenever his fiance brought Layla up, but it seemed that, with Thomas staying with Harvey and Paul, Glibt's ex was becoming a more frequent fixture in their lives. It was only fair for Glibt to do his best to deal with Layla being a fixture in their lives as well. "Once or twice, but never for very long. I haven't spent much time here, really, so I'm relying on you to show me around."
Stepping outside, Glibt smiled lightly at the sight of a young couple walking by with a stroller, a wistful look in his eyes before he caught himself and made it disappear. "Oh, that definitely means I'll have to learn how to cook, then, if we're planning on being social and having people over for dinner. Can't exactly made a good impression on the neighbours by offering up Chinese take-out."