"No more than usual." Glibt murmured with a slight shrug as he winced inwardly at the unspoken ending to Paul's sentence. He really needed to watch what he said; Glibt didn't want to remind Paul of anything negative while he was trying to help the young mortal. So far, it didn't seem to be going that well, but they had good food, strong alcohol, and weed straight from the source, so Glibt was hoping, in combination with his presence and his attempts to try to even things out, that Paul would get through the night feeling at least somewhat better.
"And you'll also have Thomas around, who I'm sure would leap at the chance to bury his nose in your textbooks." It was said lightly; Glibt was trying, as much as possible, to create an air of casual normality, so Paul might not focus too deeply on Harvey's absence. But, it seemed, as it had in the past, that the older man always lingered even after he was gone, in the minds and hearts of those he'd left, whether he had been forced to leave or whether he had made the decision himself, whether it was then-permanent or currently-temporary. It was a marker, Glibt thought, of how Harvey brightened the lives of everyone he came into contact with; when he was gone, the world seemed to fall into shadows and decay.
"Hey." He said softly, putting down his spoon and reaching out to run gentle fingers over Paul's forearm, infecting the touch with a wave of soothing calm. "I know it's hard." Oh, Glibt knew, perhaps better than most, perhaps better than anyone still living, what it was like to lose Harvey. "But he'll come back. The man didn't let death stop him from coming back to continue to help people, from coming back to keep fighting, from coming back to envelope those who need it and want it with love and caring and passion. And he's not going to let anything else stop him from simply loving, loving our people, yes, but, more importantly, loving you." His fingertips drew light, soothing circular patterns over Paul's arm, giving the mortal every opportunity to pull away if the touch was unwelcome.
"How about this?" He murmured carefully. "We'll eat as much as we can, drink and toke ourselves silly, and then, if you'd like, I'll stay with you tonight and do what I can to help you sleep. And, tomorrow, it'll be one day closer to when he'll be back, okay?"