He nods, doing his best to not shiver from the chill of Glacius' hand. He takes a deep breath to stifle the trembling in his limbs, and though he meets with limited success and bites back a grunt, he still offers his alien friend as much of a smile as he can muster.

"I- I would rather hold it, I believe," he says, leaning a little closer to Glacius despite the cold, the barest bit of warmth flaring in the depths of his chest. Though it makes his chest ache, he covets that feeling, even if he can't quite describe what it is or why it's there.