Carlisle gives Glacius a soft smile, one illuminated by the light reflecting off and refracting through the icy armor. "I will," he returns. "I am still learning how to manage us, but I am trying. Truly."

He know Glacius knows, but it bears repeating. His fingers trail along the scarred flesh delicately, enticingly. "What is bothering me now is that I can still see some of the darkness where troubles may hide. I would be better if- if you were closer."

Despite the rawness of his throat and the general weariness of his muscles from his earlier panic, he still pursues physical closeness, his hand at Glacius' jawline guiding the alien to meet his forehead once more.