"Matthew," he repeated, sitting back down again and sliding his chair into his desk. So he still wasn't Cris, just someone else. Another someone else. Harvey's mind was quick to wonder what he was even doing here, dangling this in front of him like some kind of- no, he wouldn't let himself be the victim. He'd been informed by nearly everyone close to him that he had the bad habit of playing the victim and he wasn't going to do that here; not when he didn't even know the explanation (though really, he wondered, would an explanation even matter?). "It suits you."
And it did suit him, even if that was the only compliment Harvey could really scrounge up at the moment. He looked good, yes, but of course he did. He looked like Cris. Harvey listened with a slightly confused and slightly uncertain look on his face, nodding slowly. "You shouldn't have..." he said softly under his breath, but let Glibt continue mostly uninterrupted. He looked up at Glibt, his face unreadable but eyes devoid of that familiar Harvey twinkle. "After the wedding," he said, seeming to only be able to repeat fragments of Glibt's reintroduction. "I suppose this sort of thing happens a lot with immortals? You wear out your identities and have to find new ones?" At least there was honest curiosity in his voice instead of a complete lack of amusement and a pinch of betrayal, which was what he was trying to suppress at the moment.
"Was this what you and Mark came over to tell Tommy?" he asked, brows furrowing again. Okay, so it wasn't to apologize - they'd just killed two birds with one stone, or used the latter to get in the front door. That was nice.