[At this point, Thor isn't even sure an apology is what he wants. It's just words, it would be so easy to lie.

He's thought about it a lot since they argued. He's run it over in his head, he's remembered holding Loki's body in his arms and thinking that was it. Now there's an opportunity for more, and he can't begin to hope it will be good. It hurts to think Loki would rather be dead than be with him, but maybe it would have been the better choice for both of them.

But Loki's actions speak volumes his words never could. He's here, he's offering his own funny variety of comfort and he hasn't used their fight as a reason to put more distance between them.

Thor smiles mirthlessly. The similarities between their situations are not lost on him.]

It's confusing. [And infuriating. He can't help but want to talk about it with someone who might understand.] I've given up trying to understand why he does what he does. I thought I knew him, I thought I was him.

[He shrugs.] If I wasn't ready to know when I came back from Earth the first time, I don't know when I ever would have been in his eyes.