Glacius' initial reaction takes Carlisle aback, the clergyman's fingers wringing the sheets in his hand as he tries to sort out what happened, what so has his partner riled. Though Glacius is more subdued as he continues, trying to dismiss his concerns, Carlisle cannot help but wonder what this behavior is all about. His eyes flit through the room -- their bedroom. Hadn't... hadn't Glacius been gone?
Right. Right right right. He'd been at sea. Carlisle spent many a night with the company of his brews to give him a dreamless, restful sleep, something nearly impossible to obtain without Glacius' company, the feeling of his partner beside him having become routine, welcomed... almost necessary. That had been real, hadn't it? As had—
Carlisle's head dips as he looks to his hands, inky residue dried beneath his nails, tracing the crevices and curves of his fingers. Oh. That had happened, hadn't it? He recalls the cliffs, the water, the monster -- pain. A lot of it. And then Glacius had come, as though emerging from dream. He'd thought he'd been delirious, dying. His mind would be cruel enough to conjure his lover just before his demise.
But he's here. This kind of confusion is... somewhat normal when Carlisle awakens from a deep slumber, but his head feels particularly clouded. Too much tea? An effect from Miss Ravine's treatment? Or had he truly come too close to his end this time? Carlisle rubs at his eyes, feeling more vague memories he hasn't managed to put into place yet. They can wait, as he has more important matters to attend to.
"Of course I know who you are," he reassures Glacius. He sets the glass aside, turning his full attention to his partner, placing a hand on Glacius' arm. "I merely... had a moment where I thought it had all been a nightmare. I suppose it'd be a, ah. Bit of a stretch to say I am well, but fine for now will suffice. Are... are you all right?"
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Right. Right right right. He'd been at sea. Carlisle spent many a night with the company of his brews to give him a dreamless, restful sleep, something nearly impossible to obtain without Glacius' company, the feeling of his partner beside him having become routine, welcomed... almost necessary. That had been real, hadn't it? As had—
Carlisle's head dips as he looks to his hands, inky residue dried beneath his nails, tracing the crevices and curves of his fingers. Oh. That had happened, hadn't it? He recalls the cliffs, the water, the monster -- pain. A lot of it. And then Glacius had come, as though emerging from dream. He'd thought he'd been delirious, dying. His mind would be cruel enough to conjure his lover just before his demise.
But he's here. This kind of confusion is... somewhat normal when Carlisle awakens from a deep slumber, but his head feels particularly clouded. Too much tea? An effect from Miss Ravine's treatment? Or had he truly come too close to his end this time? Carlisle rubs at his eyes, feeling more vague memories he hasn't managed to put into place yet. They can wait, as he has more important matters to attend to.
"Of course I know who you are," he reassures Glacius. He sets the glass aside, turning his full attention to his partner, placing a hand on Glacius' arm. "I merely... had a moment where I thought it had all been a nightmare. I suppose it'd be a, ah. Bit of a stretch to say I am well, but fine for now will suffice. Are... are you all right?"