The hand on his arm draws Glacius' gaze back to his partner, but it is Carlisle's soft utterance of concern that really strikes at him. Of course he is alright; he is not the one who had nearly been killed, and had his soul temporarily trapped in some land of damnation as a result. He has been healthy, and strong, and aware of himself this whole time... and yet he is making his partner be the one to comfort him. The ice alien frowns, heavily displeased with himself; even if it had been truly upsetting to see that the human could actually forget him, this is not right.

So Glacius tries to scrounge up a reassuring smile, placing one large hand over Carlisle's. "...I am now. I suppose I just woke up from my own sort of nightmare. I... think..." The words come out a little more forced now, as though the ice alien is trying to make himself talk about things he's not used to, or perhaps he is just looking for the proper words to describe what is truly bothering him.

"... I think I am just worried that I... I might not be able to stop any of this," he finishes, frowning sadly. What if the Mote on its own is not enough anymore? What if he cannot keep his partner's condition from deteriorating further... and thus cannot keep Carlisle from actually forgetting him? What if he turns out to be useless to the one he loves in the end? He has always tried his very hardest not to leave any room for doubt so that his partner can latch on to him and use some of that steadfast strength for himself, so he is not quite sure how to talk about any of this out loud... but it is very hard to deny that this recent turn of events and everything that has been happening so quickly after it has left him scared.