"It might take more than that to fill in for the gap she has left... she and Kate," Glacius confesses, followed by a morose chuckle. "You... might be working overtime for a while. Sorry."

At least until he manages to rebuild a new support network in place of the one that has now been torn apart--and given how these losses will likely affect his ability to open himself up to people for some time, who knows when that will happen. The alien lowers his eyes, pulling his hand back from the page of the journal, allowing Carlisle to proceed if he so desires; maybe comfort is a better option than talking right now. His partner still doesn't seem to get it completely, and there's nothing to say that hasn't already been said anyways, Glacius supposes.