The garden--of course. Glacius doesn't respond, still feeling too torn up and conflicted to know what to say--he wants to offer reassurances but no longer knows how the clergyman will take those--but instead rises to his feet and goes to snag up the double's prone form in one big white hand. There's no way the alien is leaving him in the apartment to continue wreaking havoc, and he certainly doesn't want him lurking about when he comes back. He takes the keys, locks the door to ensure that the double will stay out, then drags him unceremoniously down the stairs by the long collar of his undershirt--not particularly caring that the troublemaker will be feeling each and every bump when he wakes up--and leaves him outside the spire as he heads on his way to the garden. He doesn't have the time to deal with him any more thoroughly than that, given how precarious the real Carlisle's state had sounded... hopefully the beating he took will be enough to discourage him from coming after either of them again.
From there he picks up the pace. Always a slow and steady creature, Glacius only tends to run when things really feel like they're going to hell--and the absolute agony and fright in Carlisle's voice qualified. His feet pound against the beaten street as he dashes for the clergyman's storetop garden, terrified of what he might come across... and as he spots the human's listless body and the considerable trails of blood he's left everywhere, he realizes his worry was completely founded. The sight stops him up short, steals his breath and clutches tightly at his chest... and then concern thunders through him, powerful enough to beat out whatever conflicting emotions he may be feeling and push him towards the fallen human.
"Carlisle!" Glacius calls out, praying he's still conscious as he collapses to his knees by his friend. His mind is racing, trying to figure out what can be done. Despite everything that he's just endured, and no matter what Carlisle may or may no longer feel for him, the fact of the matter is that Glacius still cares deeply for the clergyman and isn't about to leave him to suffer. If he gets spurned for the open concern he's displaying or his efforts to remain by the human's side, then so be it. They can go their separate ways later when he's not bleeding out slowly and painfully.
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From there he picks up the pace. Always a slow and steady creature, Glacius only tends to run when things really feel like they're going to hell--and the absolute agony and fright in Carlisle's voice qualified. His feet pound against the beaten street as he dashes for the clergyman's storetop garden, terrified of what he might come across... and as he spots the human's listless body and the considerable trails of blood he's left everywhere, he realizes his worry was completely founded. The sight stops him up short, steals his breath and clutches tightly at his chest... and then concern thunders through him, powerful enough to beat out whatever conflicting emotions he may be feeling and push him towards the fallen human.
"Carlisle!" Glacius calls out, praying he's still conscious as he collapses to his knees by his friend. His mind is racing, trying to figure out what can be done. Despite everything that he's just endured, and no matter what Carlisle may or may no longer feel for him, the fact of the matter is that Glacius still cares deeply for the clergyman and isn't about to leave him to suffer. If he gets spurned for the open concern he's displaying or his efforts to remain by the human's side, then so be it. They can go their separate ways later when he's not bleeding out slowly and painfully.