Assuming Glacius' momentary silence is caused by his fingertips trailing along the hills and valleys of the alien's frame, Carlisle doesn't interrupt it. It's not until he casts the Mote outward and dispels a looming hallucination that Carlisle sees exactly what the problem was. Though Glacius may have felt Carlisle's body stiffen against him as the light swells, it's a far cry from the panic he was enduring before.

So much so that he's laughing again, this time out of relief. He presses his brow to Glacius' side in unbridled affection. "If only I would remember to call upon you sooner, I could avoid such messes! It's- it's dreadful, isn't it? I could have- could have called you from the park, or on the way home. I guess I was too preoccupied with that cat to listen to my better judgment."

Another laugh. It is dreadful, but again, this isn't terribly funny aside from in his own mind. Glacius is always insisting Carlisle place his full trust in him, and yet he worries still. As his chuckling dies down, he gives Glacius an endearing look. "I know you think yourself incapable of protecting me at times, but you truly are my greatest defender, my love."

He's trying that nickname out. It seems fitting so far.