While he knows in his heart that Glacius has no idea the force to be reckoned with that is Pendlebrook Brimstone and how much more capable he is than Carlisle -- Glacius is just learning about the man in some detail, after all, and hasn't even heard the numerous dangers he's faced as opposed to Carlisle, who could hardly bear to leave the house some days because of his fears -- he appreciates the sentiment all the same. More important is that unyielding support Glacius has always offered him with neither hesitation, nor stipulation.

And so, he smiles. "You already are, Glacius. You—" He bites at his lip, his fingers curling against the alien's hand. "You mean more to me than- than I- I know how to say."

And given how much he loves words, it troubles him to be so dumbfounded, to lack the tools to express exactly what it is that stirs his heart.