[Loki hadn't told him that directly, but Jack had mentioned in particular what may have been afflicting Loki upon his return. He reached for another chair, scooted it closer and took a seat without pulling away]

I know. And it's... it's my fault. If not entirely, at least partially.

[He settled his free hand over those already joined.]

You needn't feel like I don't want you around. I'd rather you be around, considering you died saving me and Jack. Considering that we are friends, and I'll admit we need you around.