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[ Isn't that nice. He lapses into quiet for a bit, allowing the good company to stretch and the situation to be secondary for a moment or two.

But, inevitably, ]

I should head on soon. If you follow me, I don't want to hear about it once this is over.

[ Do not speak to me about my attempts to exist usefully without magic, xoxo ]

[ikols]

[ The company is its own kind of reassurance, it helps like a skein of water in a desert; it may not last, but it isn't without merit. Loki looks Stephen over and sees a mirror of himself, snapped to bits and held together with duct tape and scaffolding.

It strikes him that his phone, being enchanted, still has a working camera, and when he lays his incorporeal touch over one of Stephen's he take a snapshot to send his way, the view on the photo of a faint blue translucent hand where a breezy chill might have been felt a moment before. ]

go, be great without me

[rehandle]

[ The photo comes through followed quickly by the text and once he grasps what he's looking at Stephen's hand instinctively flinches - nothing personal, intimacy happens to be an effective jumpscare no matter who's providing. The flinch halts before it can become a full scale retreat as he gets a hold of himself.

A— pat, then another, of the place his hand was resting. In lieu of a corporeal shoulder, maybe. It's about the best he can think to offer before he prizes himself to his feet with obvious reluctance and goes about the unsteady task of slinging the sword back over his shoulder, his pack onto his back, the cloak haphazardly into the air to settle itself over the whole ensemble. Only once he's ready does he send a glance toward the empty space where he can only hope Loki's still sitting. ]

... Hang in there.

[ Weak as pep talks go, but it's something. And with it, he's off to do what he can. ]

[ikols]

[ He won't forget that flinch, storing it away for later. As Stephen finally rises, Loki shoots him one last text as he's walking away to try and lighten the tension. ]

hate to see you go, love to watch you leave 3;)

[ Maybe Loki can haunt a coffee shop today. ]