[Carlisle remains there another moment, allowing Glacius to return his gesture, then finally parts from the alien, pulling off another piece of the loaf in his lap. He, too, would hate for it to go to waste.]

Thank you. You really didn't need to keep it for my sake, but I, um. It did help that night, under the stars. Not that you make me uncomfortable, of course, but starting with something I already knew was far easier to adjust to than something, ah.

[He'll figure out how to express himself eventually.]