"Ah... of course," Glacius replies, seeming surprised that Carlisle is pursuing this so insistently despite the aforementioned difficulties. He's certainly not one to protest, though, especially since he likes the fact that he can provide his partner with comfort through his mere proximity. So he shifts, doing his best to keep a hold on his Mote as he leans further over the clergyman, lowering his head to press their forehead together. There's not much space between the rest of them, either, though the alien is doing what he can to keep the full brunt of his bulk off of Carlisle; he wants him comfortably covered, not crushed or completely pinned.

"Being close like this is better for me, too," he murmurs--just in case his partner starts to worry about inconveniencing him, or seeming to needy. "When I focus on you, it helps to keep that feeling of dread and tension from my mind; instead all I can find myself thinking of is... how much you mean to me."