As Glacius offers up physical affections, Carlisle responds with his own, his grip finally loosening so he can set his hand upon his partner's scar. His red eyes burn in the cool air as he opens them, looking back to the illusionary stars above, but he feels better nonetheless. Glacius is there; it's hard not to feel safe when they are so close to one another.

"Glacius," he finally says quietly, his voice raspy from his outburst. It's drained, much as Carlisle himself is, but he offers a way for Glacius to, perhaps, take his mind from Emily for a time. At least he has a voice at all, courtesy of his partner's comforting gestures. "Tell me of how you travel through stars like these. I believe I could imagine what it would be like, with some help."