A long silence stretches between them as a slowly-creeping realization moves through Glacius. Some of the double's words are coming back to him, now, hinting at how just how close his original actually felt to him. Due to his incredibly rocky past with the species, the ice alien has spent so long simply trying to scrounge together any sort of belonging with humans in this cave that the thought that one could have those sorts of feelings for him had never even occurred to him. Was that why the double had come after him first? Not only to try and tear him down, but because actually losing him would have more effect than on his original than the alien ever could have thought? It would make sense, given the frequent worry that Carlisle has come to express for him despite his grumblings that he had plenty of his own problems, the way that he'd seemed so scared over the thought of his passing... and the way the normally skittish and self-conscious human had both initiated and allowed such close physical contact with him...
Glacius drew his hand back from Carlisle's middle, suddenly feeling incredibly blind. Still forehead-to-forehead, he flicked his eyes up to search the man's face, but of course there were no answers to be had there--just the same blissfully doped up expression.
"A sensation in your chest... yes, I... I think I do understand," Glacius finally responds. For a moment he seems like he has another question on his mind, but he bites it back and swallows it down. That conversation is one that should probably wait until Carlisle isn't feeling out of his mind-- if there even needs to be a conversation at all. Nearly nothing he's saying is making sense, so who's to say what he's feeling isn't just some added effect of being doped up on magic tea?
And even if it's not, even on the off chance that Carlisle is actually being genuine here, the alien is honestly not sure if he should if he should question the human on it and bring these feelings into the light. For with the remembrance of the double's words also comes reminders of his scathing derision... and even though he had just promised the clergyman not to doubt their friendship, what of a romantic relationship? Would Carlisle be as ready to admit to that? Clearly not, if he's been feeling this for some time but was only confessing it now because a drugged state had stripped him of his usual barriers... and the ice alien doesn't want to risk embarrassing or disgusting him.
Feeling somber, disquieted, and utterly unsure of what to do, Glacius focuses on what he knows Carlisle needs for sure. He finally pulls his forehead from the human's, rising to his feet and moving to scoop him up in his arms. "Come. You're clean enough... let's get you into bed. You need to get some rest, so that you can recover your energy."
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Glacius drew his hand back from Carlisle's middle, suddenly feeling incredibly blind. Still forehead-to-forehead, he flicked his eyes up to search the man's face, but of course there were no answers to be had there--just the same blissfully doped up expression.
"A sensation in your chest... yes, I... I think I do understand," Glacius finally responds. For a moment he seems like he has another question on his mind, but he bites it back and swallows it down. That conversation is one that should probably wait until Carlisle isn't feeling out of his mind-- if there even needs to be a conversation at all. Nearly nothing he's saying is making sense, so who's to say what he's feeling isn't just some added effect of being doped up on magic tea?
And even if it's not, even on the off chance that Carlisle is actually being genuine here, the alien is honestly not sure if he should if he should question the human on it and bring these feelings into the light. For with the remembrance of the double's words also comes reminders of his scathing derision... and even though he had just promised the clergyman not to doubt their friendship, what of a romantic relationship? Would Carlisle be as ready to admit to that? Clearly not, if he's been feeling this for some time but was only confessing it now because a drugged state had stripped him of his usual barriers... and the ice alien doesn't want to risk embarrassing or disgusting him.
Feeling somber, disquieted, and utterly unsure of what to do, Glacius focuses on what he knows Carlisle needs for sure. He finally pulls his forehead from the human's, rising to his feet and moving to scoop him up in his arms. "Come. You're clean enough... let's get you into bed. You need to get some rest, so that you can recover your energy."