Um. I. Yeah, I'm. I'm fine.

[ Her smile disappears and mouth tightens a little. Last thing she was doing, she was caring for Erik Selvig. Erik, who was sort of very obviously losing his shit in the wake of having a Norse god in his brain.

New York hits her again, viscerally, and for an extended moment her emotions are too complicated to name, much less begin to untangle. Jane shuts her eyes, holding up a hand like that will somehow make time halt around them for long enough for her to get her mental and emotional bearings. It doesn't work. ]

There's. God. It wouldn't change anything, would it?

[ What is she even talking about? Jane sighs, reopening her eyes to look up at him with one of those thoughtful, inscrutable looks.

And then her smile returns, far fainter than before but all the more genuine for it. ]

Never mind. Just. Sorry, I'm rambling. Nothing new there, right? [ Self-deprecating, awkward humor. Did you miss her, Loki? ] So, I. God, you know what? Forget it.

[ And all at once she will do what they're both thinking of and close the distance between them to pull him into as tight a hug as she can manage. ]