"Don't look at me like that," Glacius chuckles; he knows there's a nine out of ten chance that Carlisle's reaction is a good one, but it is hard not to feel sheepish with a human gaping at him like that. He wonders what exactly is going through his partner's mind right now, but thankfully their metaphysical link helps him out as he feels that mixture of emotions roll across it.

The alien can't help but offer a smile that leans towards apologetic in return; he never should have given his partner a reason to wonder what his choice might have been. That ends now; he leans his head down towards Carlisle's reaching palm immediately so that the cleric won't have to extend his tired limbs too far, then presses that torn, grooved scar firmly into the human's hand.

"As you are, to me... as you have always been. But—" with his head lowered towards his lover's, Glacius fixes Carlisle with a look that is intent at first, then filled with care. "This decision only holds up if you are alive, so no dying on me, alright?"