Such easy acceptance is difficult for Loki to stomach and he files away that understanding in Hank's eyes away for later evaluation, when he's alone and can ponder how simply Hank had accepted his confession. Perhaps it was simple, because rather than blaming others, Loki took responsibility for his actions regardless of motivation. He wonders, though, how Hank will react once he finishes his story.

He hands on his shoulders are oddly comforting, a connection he rarely receives with amical motivation, and something he desperately craves to spite outward appearance. If he were one to wear his heart upon his sleeve, he might verbally express his gratitude to the man, but instead, a mischievous glint touches his eyes as he smiles wryly.

"One wonders, would you so readily trust me if you knew I faked my own death to escape my rightful imprisonment, suppressed my father's memories, sent him to live in a nursing home on Earth, and took his place for four years, singing my own praises as a fallen hero of Asgard? I even helped pen a place to celebrate my fallen son's selfless sacrifice." He has the presence of mind to look down at the end, though, something like bashfulness in his expression. "It was all in fun, really, at least on my end."