Carlisle waits silently for Glacius to pass judgment on him, as he has already done to himself; however, such judgment never comes as the alien finally makes his way into the apartment and takes a seat on the couch. He accepts the silent offer to join his partner, the smallest glimmer of hope appearing in the clergyman's eyes as he hesitates for only a second, then sits, clasping Glacius' hands with a tremulous grasp as the alien attempts to bolster him. Carlisle finds it difficult to believe such things on normal days -- given how unusually stressful this one has been, he cannot even begin to consider them.

Though they may be clouded with doubt and frustration, Carlisle does bring his eyes to meet his partner's, only to find himself pulled into an embrace a moment later. His body stiffens for a second, then two, before he finally relaxes in Glacius' arms. Bringing his hands to rest on the alien's chest, he closes his eyes -- he feels so tired.

"We were both fools," he shudders, struggling to find the words to express his relief -- the relief that Glacius is home, that the alien won't abandon him in a bout of disappointment, that they still have one another. "I promise to call you next time, or have someone do it. I was... simply afraid, Glacius. More so than I have been in some time. It was not birds, nor bears, nor any of the haunts the false gods could conjure, but the thought of losing someone I love so dearly that nearly destroyed me."