Something in Glacius' words reaches Carlisle, however entombed within this shade of himself he may be.
"I see," he murmurs, spouting another of Carlisle's more common reassurances. What attempt Glacius makes to steer him does seem to work, as he readily allows himself to be turned in the direction of the bedroom, lashing either neither physically nor aurally. His body trembles as another sigh rattles out of him, one far more ragged than his usual ones.
His fingers loosen on the chalk; it slips from his grasp as he takes a step back toward the bedroom, clacking loudly as it lands on the hard floor of the kitchen, his tea-making ritual forgotten entirely. "So long as I am with you," he starts again, his voice still as unfeeling as the rest of him, "I will be content."
He takes another step, his hand resting on his abdomen; though he doesn't look as though he's hurting, it is terribly reminiscent of all the times he has clasped at those scars, felt them aching as though they were new. "Are you close...?"
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"I see," he murmurs, spouting another of Carlisle's more common reassurances. What attempt Glacius makes to steer him does seem to work, as he readily allows himself to be turned in the direction of the bedroom, lashing either neither physically nor aurally. His body trembles as another sigh rattles out of him, one far more ragged than his usual ones.
His fingers loosen on the chalk; it slips from his grasp as he takes a step back toward the bedroom, clacking loudly as it lands on the hard floor of the kitchen, his tea-making ritual forgotten entirely. "So long as I am with you," he starts again, his voice still as unfeeling as the rest of him, "I will be content."
He takes another step, his hand resting on his abdomen; though he doesn't look as though he's hurting, it is terribly reminiscent of all the times he has clasped at those scars, felt them aching as though they were new. "Are you close...?"