As Glacius turns away from him, preparing to leave, Carlisle panics even more -- it's not out of fear of the glitter bird from the sink or the fact he's struggling to understand what's going on, but that he knows what he's done. He could feel it, his own aural compulsion turning on even Carlisle himself as well as everyone around him. He can't leave, though. He can't escape the fear that constantly stalks him, a hungry predator stalking after an easy meal. There is a reason he's sure Fear favors him.

Carlisle stammers after Glacius as the alien stops, trying to put order to his thoughts. "Oh no. No no no no. Glacius, w- wait, don't leave! Don't leave me here, please! I- I—"

Though his words are still a garbled mess of another language, his tone might be recognizable -- it's the same panic he had when he thought Glacius might abandon him without his glasses, that sort of frenzied torrent of apologetic, desperate rambling. Carlisle knows he did this, though -- he's the one who just told Glacius to leave, didn't he? Why would the alien stay?

He curls in on himself, missing as Glacius turns to him. In his guilt, it slipped Carlisle's mind why the alien might stay despite the command: because Glacius' will is strong, and his compassion for the clergyman even stronger. As Glacius brings himself closer, Carlisle understands, no words needed -- he presses his forehead to the alien's, letting out a shaky sigh.

"Thank you," he utters just before burying himself against his partner, trying to shut out the world. "Thank you for not leaving me with- with everything."