Loki narrows his eyes for a moment, weighing the pro-cons of just straight up lying before he lands at: "It's... probably going to be that way a while."
The exhaustion, he means. The weird deep sleep in strange places. "I will, eventually, tell you what's happened to me, I promise. I just... I need time, I guess." To figure out where the fuck to even start, for one.
Mobius sits; Loki joins him, more or less leaning in toward his friend, long legs out, arm bent on the table. "I haven't managed to fall asleep mid-conversation yet. Do I win a prize if I accomplish it?" Gentle amusement, but also: "What is fine, here? The war is still on, and you look tired. Mildly angry. Probably with me. Which is fair. But mostly tired. Should I stop talking?"
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The exhaustion, he means. The weird deep sleep in strange places. "I will, eventually, tell you what's happened to me, I promise. I just... I need time, I guess." To figure out where the fuck to even start, for one.
Mobius sits; Loki joins him, more or less leaning in toward his friend, long legs out, arm bent on the table. "I haven't managed to fall asleep mid-conversation yet. Do I win a prize if I accomplish it?" Gentle amusement, but also: "What is fine, here? The war is still on, and you look tired. Mildly angry. Probably with me. Which is fair. But mostly tired. Should I stop talking?"