Tucked safely beneath Glacius' neck, Carlisle rests his hands on the alien's shoulders, his fingers curling as he fights back his insecurities. Though it is easier with Glacius to aid him, encouraging him to stay strong, he can never fully silence the demons so fully ingrained within him, thickly rooted like stubborn weeds.

"Of course," he utters, pressing his face to Glacius' skin once again. "Together, as in all things."

And for however long together may be.