"As would I," Glacius murmurs, tilting his head slightly to make it easier for Carlisle to brush his hand against that scar. His eyes--now little more than glowing green slivers as his eyelids continue to droop--regard the human's hand for a moment or two, watching it as it moves back and forth against the gnarled flesh... then ultimately flutter and settle shut as he takes comfort from the gesture. It has been a long day, and he's exhausted in all the ways that a person can be; physically, mentally, emotionally. It's hard not to start drifting off when he's back home--and he's tired enough where describing this apartment in this strange city doesn't give him the pause it normally does-- in the arms of someone who loves him.

It's a reminder that while may have lost a sizable chunk of his support network by now, he's not completely alone. He still has someone to stave off the worst of his loneliness, to offer him succor. He will hurt for some time... but he'll be okay. He'll make it through this, with Carlisle's help.

A sigh rolls out of the alien's gills as he settles further--but he doesn't drift off just yet. The warmth beneath him reminds him of their differing needs; being pinned under a heavy, icy alien can't be a very comfortable way for the clergyman to rest. Moreover, even if Carlisle did somehow manage to nod off here, Glacius knows that any extra chill tends to push his partner's mind towards nightmares of that cold, desolate land that he speaks of in moments of fear or despair. So the otherworldly being eventually stirs again, pulling himself off of the clergyman's body as his arms snake in the opposite direction, hooking around his back--ready to lift the human from the couch should he receive permission.

"I think we've endure this wretched day for long enough," Glacius murmurs quietly. "Shall we retire?"