The whole apartment felt like Harvey, but the man's presence, faded only slightly, radiated off the bedroom the most and Glibt found himself reluctant to cross the threshold, cross over into space that was HarveyandPaul. It felt like an intrusion when he did take that leap and rounded the corner, but his selfish concerns evaporated when he took in the sight of Paul, hair mostly gone, bags under his eyes, and, worst of all, the glint gone from his eyes.
By comparison, Glibt looked almost healthy, in his dress clothes that acted as armour and power spread over his skin so no one could see how tired he really looked; the only sign of his heartbreak came in the eyes, sad, subdued, hurting. They gained an edge of concern - that smothered guilt, because Paul's state was Glibt's doing - as Glibt just gazed at the mortal for a moment or two before calling on a moderate amount of power, letting soothing and calm infect the air around him, as it infected his words as he spoke. "Paul..." Soft, nonjudgmental, comforting, the god's voice seemed to carry further than it would have normally as he took a few steps toward the bed.
"I suppose asking how you are would be rather pointless." Glibt attempted a slight smile, but the concern didn't leave his face. "Did you sleep at all last night?" He didn't think so, and he did hope that Paul didn't think he was trying to pry, he was just so worried. Not only about Harvey, but what Harvey's absence would do to the people who depended on him, and, even aside from that, he'd promised to protect Paul, and that included protecting him from the consequences of Glibt's own actions.