"I mean, I can talk to Thor without freaking out or anything, but we're also not exactly going to sit down and have a heart to heart about his brother. He loves his brother. I get that. He grew up with the prick. I mean I don't personally get it, but like I get it. So I don't know that we're gonna see eye to eye on anything on that front. He's also, y'know, hammer man. Feelings aren't his strong suit."

He grows quiet, pensive, stabbing at his pasta but not really eating it. Thinking through things. Thinking about the relationship and how it's straining. How they're trying. How maybe they should've been trying sooner.

"I don't know if he just didn't have any concept of personal space or if he didn't think us lowly creatures were worth having any." Is a thought that he starts with.