No, he wouldn't leave it all like that. Harvey was a good man. He was dedicated and he wouldn't abandon his work - not with absolutely no word at all, with no one in place to take over for him. Even when he felt the pull to leave Chicago for New York, he made sure that everything was prepared to run without him indefinitely. It only took a week, but he did it. Paul couldn't run this by himself, they both knew that. And it would run for week-long vacations here and there, but no longer than that. One more thing for Paul to cling to; one more hope.
Toking now and eating later sounded like a decent idea. It sounded like what Tommy had used to con him into eating that morning (and that afternoon too, actually), so he went along with it. Feeling disinclined to share, he lit two joints at once and handed one to Glibt as he followed out of the bedroom and slid onto one of the barstools at the counter instead. Really, he just felt like he was going along with the motions and letting himself be led where he logically knew he was supposed to go. Glibt was there and Paul felt a little less like his insides were twisting together and little more, well, just numb.
"We don't when Bret is here, because he doesn't smoke. But when it's just me and Tommy or... or me and Harv, or the three of us, we do." Yeah, Harvey still smoked from time to time. A bad habit Paul foisted off on him in exchange for Harvey giving Paul a rather snobbish taste in wine. Which reminded him...
He followed Glibt into the kitchen and made his way to the liquor cabinet, popping it open and starting to pull out bottles. A bottle of Jack Daniels, one of Domaine de Canton, Campari, a bottle of Pinot Noir, a bottle of orange cognac, and finally one of French Cabernet infused with chocolate which, he explained with a shrug, was "For dessert." It wasn't all going in one drink, but Paul shoved the bottles in three general groupings before he reached up and grabbed two tall glasses and the shaker from the cabinet above. He assumed Glibt would be drinking with him as he mixed the cognac, Pinot Noir and Domaine de Canton into the shaker and then divided it up between the two glasses - hands moving expertly, hardly flinching to measure, before he set one glass down next to Glibt and held protectively onto his own.