Glacius follows Carlisle down easily enough, studying his partner's face as he resituates. The human is naturally more expressive than him and he's gotten good at interpreting those little twitches and lapses in said expressions, despite how the clergyman tends to try to smooth them over. Something is still bothering him, and he'd like to work on smoothing that out--on continuing to smooth out what they are both feeling--so he supposes it would make sense to take Carlisle up on his offer. He reaches over for the journal, which he places open on the clergyman's chest.

"Thank you, Carlisle," the ice alien murmurs, butting against his chin briefly. "That means a lot to me. I am here for you as well... allow me to show it. We should comfort each other under the stars, as you suggested. It was a good idea."