Though he stiffens at first in surprise, Carlisle takes in a shaky breath and eventually relaxes against Glacius' touch as he alien rubs his back reassuringly. He'd be more impressed that he managed to fully close the wound if not for the fact he feels so completely and utterly drained, weakened to the point where Glacius is forced to attend to him. Given how sturdy the alien is by comparison, he may never get the chance to return the favor.
That's not what this is about, he reminds himself, Glacius' voice practically playing in his head. They are friends, and perhaps Glacius wants the same as him: to feel useful, needed. Wanted.
As the alien makes his way to the bathroom, Carlisle closes his eyes, trying to rest his weary mind. He finds no respite as he wonders something new, something unnerving: if there is another him wandering around, is there another Glacius, as well? Probably, he decides grimly, but he doesn't doubt for a moment that this is the true one. Their shared signs of solidarity, the care he's being given... Carlisle wants to believe that he'd know an imposter if met with one.
But Glacius hasn't known. Perhaps the false gods made these doubles cleverer and crueler than any of them could imagine. His certainly had been, if what Glacius said is true.
He opens his eyes once Glacius returns, trying to spend what energy he has focusing on one thing at a time. The warm towel feels good on his back. "A vast improvement ov—"
He stops, realizing that yes, that is a warm tag against him, and pushes himself up from the couch. "Glacius, you didn't ju—"
Yes, Glacius did just retract his icy shell, but Carlisle doesn't get the full question out as he winces, curling in on himself as sharp pang cutting through his middle.
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That's not what this is about, he reminds himself, Glacius' voice practically playing in his head. They are friends, and perhaps Glacius wants the same as him: to feel useful, needed. Wanted.
As the alien makes his way to the bathroom, Carlisle closes his eyes, trying to rest his weary mind. He finds no respite as he wonders something new, something unnerving: if there is another him wandering around, is there another Glacius, as well? Probably, he decides grimly, but he doesn't doubt for a moment that this is the true one. Their shared signs of solidarity, the care he's being given... Carlisle wants to believe that he'd know an imposter if met with one.
But Glacius hasn't known. Perhaps the false gods made these doubles cleverer and crueler than any of them could imagine. His certainly had been, if what Glacius said is true.
He opens his eyes once Glacius returns, trying to spend what energy he has focusing on one thing at a time. The warm towel feels good on his back. "A vast improvement ov—"
He stops, realizing that yes, that is a warm tag against him, and pushes himself up from the couch. "Glacius, you didn't ju—"
Yes, Glacius did just retract his icy shell, but Carlisle doesn't get the full question out as he winces, curling in on himself as sharp pang cutting through his middle.