"You'll love it," Mark promised. He let go of Glibt briefly to turn around and lock the door. "It's a good walking city and yeah, the people are friendlier." Mark couldn't properly express how nice it was to step out of his house and not find a jackass shoving a camera in his face. Sure, some political nerd might recognise him from the Clinton administration, but he was hardly as famous as someone like Rahm. He could learn to get used to this anonymity.
"Having people over for dinner? See, I was just thinking we'd just wave to them as we walked by." Alright, so intrinsically Mark knew there was more to meeting people than just waving, he was just going to have to get used to the idea.
Mark managed to get his arm back around Glibt's waist and pull him closer as they headed down the sidewalk. They were headed in the direction of the University. "So, I told Thalia the other day, and I'm going to tell the rest of the writers next week. I'll tell Mia on Monday. I'm going to ask her to stay with me. Having her here will mean I can be back in New York more often. I'm going to take Ryan on as a staffer and set Orren up in the West Wing."