"I feel fine, Glacius," Carlisle says drowsily. "Better than I've felt- maybe ever? I feel Just- just fantastic."

And despite the stiffness of his fingers, he keeps feeling at Glacius' jawline. "And- and we need to make sure your injuries get tended to, lest your- what if your scar opens and your face just... falls out of there? How can you do that- the, ah, where you butt against me if you don't have a skull in there?"

It made sense in Carlisle's head, presumably.