[Ah, yes... that kind of indecision. The kind that comes hand in hand with someone you care about hurting someone else you care about.

God, does he ever understand that now. Except that he's on the receiving end, like Loki, and Loki...]

I'm sorry... about that. I can imagine that being hard... to forgive. But you might have to, if you want to stay friends. He's not... sorry for it. At all. Not as far as I've seen. I mean- maybe with enough coaxing you could get him to apologize, or maybe something's changed in the last few months, but-

[He doubts it. He trails off, his eyes lowered, focusing on the coffee machine. Coffee machines don't judge.]

Lives don't mean anything to him unless he knows them first.