Who: Glibt and Harvey. What: Introductions. Where: The center, Harvey's office. When: Monday, mid-morning. Warnings: Possible language, tension.
The weekend had been a blur of changes and shopping, and the house in Chicago, at least, was a bit less barren, and Glibt's new form had clothes that fit. And, thankfully, Glibt's shift at the Agenda started in the early afternoon and went into the evening, so he'd have time to make some introductions - talk to Harvey, possibly swing by Columbia to catch Thomas on his lunch - before shifting back into Harvey Stonewall's skin and try to recover from the changes that came with being Matthew. It was odd, to feel all of his old habits - Cris' mannerisms, his likes and dislikes - coming out to balance with Harvey Stonewall's mannerisms, his calm, his reserve. And Glibt wasn't really sure what it meant, or if he was just imagining the little things that made him feel like he was Cris again. Perhaps Harvey would be able to confirm it for him, because Mark sure couldn't. Although, really, Glibt could confirm it for himself if he really thought about it; in line at Starbucks, he found himself ordering hot chocolate for himself instead of coffee, before he really thought about it. And he found himself at a convenience store a few minutes later, balancing his hot chocolate, Harvey's coffee, and a small bag of danishes, as he bought a small bag of tiny marshmallows and poured an almost decadent amount of them into his hot chocolate before replacing the lid.
Cris' drink of choice had been hot chocolate with marshmallows; Harvey was far too refined for that sort of childishness.
Glibt sighed as a sip of the drink warmed him in the way it used to, decades ago, in an apartment above a camera shop. He needed to stop thinking about it so hard, he needed to simply let himself settle into the new skin, into the combination of personalities. That would be difficult, however, because he had to switch back to his older form so soon. All in good time, he supposed, as he wandered in the general direction of Harvey's center, glad that, at least, he'd purchased clothes that fit this new form, tailored jeans and a button-down that, for a change, was un-tucked and slightly rumpled under his warm fall jacket. He wasn't even wearing a tie, which meant that Harvey's tendency to fiddle with them when he was uncomfortable had to be quashed.
Looking up, taking another sip of hot chocolate, he realized he'd reached the center. With something nervous twisting in his stomach - he hadn't told Harvey about any of this, about Mark's new job or about the fact that he was going to have to change - Glibt entered, remembering not to greet any of the regulars he knew, because they didn't know him in this new form. Making his way through the lobby and down to the open door of Harvey's office, Glibt rapped on the door frame with his knuckles, slight anxiety showing in his eyes. "Hey, stranger." And, yes, there was emotion in his voice - nervousness - when there wouldn't have been before; would Harvey even recognize him? "I brought coffee and danishes." His apology offering, really, for springing this on Harvey.