"He told me he went clothes shopping recently. That's a normal kid thing to do, right?" Glibt just didn't tell Mark that Thomas had gone clothes shopping at Saks Fifth Avenue. "But, yes, if he throws a kegger, I think all three of us would agree that a very long grounding would be necessary. At the very least, a lecture on the 'evils'-" Yes, Glibt actually drew quotation marks in the air with his free hand. "-of underage drinking and the risks of alcoholism."
Glibt almost stopped walking again when Mark continued to speak. It wasn't fair, really, how Mark kept dropping little hints every now and then; every time it happened, hope rose quickly within Glibt's heart and it rose then, in his eyes, before Mark cleared his throat. Glibt ducked his head slightly to hide the hope in his eyes before he managed to cover it up. It took longer than it usually did. "I'm looking forward to it." He said softly as he looked back up, brushing a kiss over Mark's cheek.
The moment passed and Glibt nodded. "We can meet after I stop by the center?" Knowing that he was meeting Mark afterward would help Glibt get through seeing Harvey while Cris and Harvey Stonewall mixed together to form Matthew. Quiet for a long moment, something else occurred to him and Glibt cocked his head slightly. "You're likely going to be very busy on November second, right? Thomas wants me to take him and Bret down to California for a few days, so he can be close no matter what happens with Proposition 19. He asked me the last time I talked to him and I told him I'd check with you first."