As Glacius leans back in the tub and settles down for what Carlisle assumes is a nap of his own, the clergyman feels that much more relaxed. Everything is going to be fine, he inwardly insists. He'll close his eyes for just a few minutes to alleviate the throbbing behind them and that dry burning that says he's been awake for too long. And so he does close his eyes, pulling in a long, deep breath, then another. And then a third.

And by the fourth breath, he's out, exhaustion finally overtaking him. He doesn't stir as his partner rises from the tub, nor when Glacius gathers him up to carry him into the den. It's only as they settle on the couch that he mumbles something -- Glacius' name and a vague question about where he put Rabbit. Carlisle always says he sleeps best when he's beside his partner, and that seems to hold true as he snoozes for nearly an hour, only waking as he turns his head and the corner of his glasses hits Glacius' leg, pushing them askew and off his nose. That's a sensation he's well-attuned to, especially when it comes to putting him on high alert.

Carlisle sits up immediately, his hand going to his face to catch his spectacles, his voice ringing in sudden alarm. "My glasses!" It takes him only a second to realize they weren't being taken, he's not on the floor of the bathroom anymore, the couch cushions have been returned to the chair, and that Glacius is out here in the den with him, seated on said couch cushions.

"C- cisth, how long was I out? Sorry, I- I didn't mean to nod off like that. I was supposed to be keeping an eye on you."