The slight smile, the first one he'd seen on Paul's face since Glibt had entered the apartment, gave Glibt hope that he was making a difference simply by being there. That was all he could do, really, be there, and use whatever resources he could to soothe the mortal's troubled mind until Harvey returned and things started to even out again.
He ate a few more bites of his soup as Paul darted off, regretting that he hadn't been able to make it exactly like Harvey's, but, then again, no one could really match Harvey's cooking, just like no one could match Harvey's coffee, no matter how they tried. "Actually, that's perfect." Glibt replied with a smile brought on by another smile from Paul as he reached out to take the teddy bear carefully, like it was an important treasure that he wanted to treat tenderly, which, really, it was. "And sometimes dorky poetry is the best kind." Glibt, of course, still had old poems on faded paper stored away somewhere, not that he would say that to Paul.
Brushing his fingers over the patch, Glibt concentrated. Sometimes, during large outputs of power, gods appeared altered, became more like what they personified, but Glibt was already exactly what he personified, and there was no physical change. No, it was more of an atmospheric change, as he slowly stripped a barrier or two down from his immense stores of power and let it float around him like a dense cloud of love, dedication, acceptance, and, yes, the smallest hint of passion. Glibt allowed it to hang there and build before he narrowed his eyes and let it stream through his fingertips and into the woven letters and beyond. The patch accepted the power easily and, since the stuffed animal had been in contact with and important to Harvey, it accepted the power as well.
Glibt wove as much as he could through the fabric, through the stitching, into every inner and outer inch of bear and patch before he filled it up and realized it couldn't take much more. Still, with one final push, it accepted just a tad more and Glibt withdrew, taking a deep breath after realizing that he'd been concentrating too hard on what he was doing to actually breathe. Coming back to himself, he looked a bit off-kilter for a moment before his levels evened out and he extended the bear back to Paul with a light smile. It didn't look different, but it felt different; one hug and Paul would be enveloped with the calming knowledge that the world was changing for the better and that there would always be people who loved him. "It should hold for about a week, but I don't think you'll need it that long."