"Do you hate them?" Glibt asked curiously because even though they hated and hurt his people, Glibt was utterly incapable of hatred. Of course, his people were but even attempting to feel the emotion made him feel sick to his stomach.
Glibt merely smiled at him softly, filled with reassurance as he laced both his arms around the young man's lower back, hands sliding up to press palms gently just under Andre's shoulder blades. It was a fully chaste embrace for although the young man was attractive, Glibt has always yearned for connection above all else. Pulling back only slightly, he pressed a kiss to Andre's forehead. "Is something bothering you?" He asked lightly, brushing that lock of hair out of the way gently so he could look in both of the young man's eyes.