He gives Glacius an unsure smile. The more commonalities they find, the harder it is for him to go back to how things were. It's nice having someone with whom to commiserate -- someone who understands, who knows his faults in their full capacity, yet still insists on having him around -- even claims to enjoy his company. Perhaps it won't last, but there are times Carlisle cannot deny that he'd like it to, if even for only a little while. They will all go home, eventually.

Well, he hopes. If not, perhaps those like Glacius will be allowed to leave. They do not deserve this place.

"I have lost people recently," he admits. "Chris, Miriam. They considered me a friend, though—" He cuts himself off, knowing the remark about how they shouldn't will be met with disapproval, no matter how much he believes it. "And it hurts with them, but it's not the same."

He doesn't explain not the same how -- not yet. "And living with Kate and Faith -- it wasn't that they were overbearing in any way, but even when Kate died, I didn't even realize it. And when I found out, I felt guilt, but also... acceptance, I suppose. It did not surprise me, and I couldn't even find it in me to be sad about it. Just- just disappointed, I suppose. But- but with you, it's not- not the same."

His shifts on the towel, his eyes locking on the horizon so they have somewhere to go that isn't onto Glacius. "There is a lot I am still adjusting to, but with you, it's- it's different somehow. And I'm not sure why."