[Sometimes it stung, to have words so twisted that he had no hope of righting them, so he didn't reply, but wasn't angry, either. All attempts he was making were failing, so maybe he ought to stop trying. Leave, while he had some dignity still intact?
Wasn't that selfish?
Instead he stepped in closer, squeezed Loki's shoulder with one hand in a gesture he meant to be reassuring, or comforting, or somehow impart the things he never said right.]
Too bad. You can't make me stop being concerned about you.
[His smile was strained, but not in malice or discomfort. Just a sad kind of smile, and thankfully, one Loki could not see.]
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Wasn't that selfish?
Instead he stepped in closer, squeezed Loki's shoulder with one hand in a gesture he meant to be reassuring, or comforting, or somehow impart the things he never said right.]
Too bad. You can't make me stop being concerned about you.
[His smile was strained, but not in malice or discomfort. Just a sad kind of smile, and thankfully, one Loki could not see.]