"O-of course," Glacius blinks, surprised by the open request for the exact same reason Carlisle has just stated. Even when one of them was feeling down about something or other and desirous of company, they'd never asked for such blatant physical closeness... but he'd wanted to spend time with the human, and he can't deny that the thought that his presence means something to his friend makes him feel better.
He just has to figure out how to do this. The obvious answer would be to remain right in front of the clergyman so that he obscures the man's entire field of vision, but walking backwards all the way down to the beach doesn't seem like it would work out very well. Instead, the towering ice alien shifts so that he's standing right next to the clergyman and slings an arm around him-- trying not to grimace as he feels the fabric of his newly acquired shirt rub against his icy skin--not only so that he can keep him close, but so that he can turn his friend towards him slightly. It means that Carlisle is probably getting more of a view of Glacius' broad pectorals and the long strips of muscle in his throat than anything else, but if he looks up he can see the alien's head arcing upwards on the serpentine curve of his neck... and he can also at least cast quick glances out towards the road if he starts to feel wary of his footing.
Taking the first careful step, the ice alien waits to be sure that Carlisle is moving with him before he starts walking. "Just keep looking at me," the ice alien suggests. "As I said, it won't be long before the buildings start to look smaller."
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He just has to figure out how to do this. The obvious answer would be to remain right in front of the clergyman so that he obscures the man's entire field of vision, but walking backwards all the way down to the beach doesn't seem like it would work out very well. Instead, the towering ice alien shifts so that he's standing right next to the clergyman and slings an arm around him-- trying not to grimace as he feels the fabric of his newly acquired shirt rub against his icy skin--not only so that he can keep him close, but so that he can turn his friend towards him slightly. It means that Carlisle is probably getting more of a view of Glacius' broad pectorals and the long strips of muscle in his throat than anything else, but if he looks up he can see the alien's head arcing upwards on the serpentine curve of his neck... and he can also at least cast quick glances out towards the road if he starts to feel wary of his footing.
Taking the first careful step, the ice alien waits to be sure that Carlisle is moving with him before he starts walking. "Just keep looking at me," the ice alien suggests. "As I said, it won't be long before the buildings start to look smaller."