I'm going to set aside what I don't know of you for now, because I am fairly convinced that whatever it is, as upsetting or distressing or whatnot as it may be, will not be enough to change our friendship. Because I already know what you aren't, if that makes any sense.

[ He could be wrong, but. He doubts it. When you stab people in the back, literally, all the time, you tend to either have a very intense view of betrayal or an understanding that some things are never comfortable. Loki is attempting to embrace the latter concept, here. Either way, he shrugs. ]

If I told Sylvie that I kissed you she would probably laugh and ask me what took me so long. Or demand to know why I'm telling her in the first place. If I told Alexandrie she'd be happy that I was doing... something normal, I suppose. Normal for me, anyway.

[ Loki has to consider his answer to that last part. ]

I could. If you told me that's what you wanted, I could do that.

[ Is it what he'd desire? No. But that wasn't the question. ]