[ It wasn't rhetorical in his mind though, and now Loki feels more confused than offended... or maybe just hurt at being accurately read from an unfortunate and unexpected angle. He's a little unsure, suddenly, and it flashes across his face. ]

Is that what what no this is lunch. This is lunch, and you and I, and I don't think you said anything wrong exactly but possibly I am... asking the incorrect questions. Or. The unimportant ones.

[ Loki makes a gesture that attempts at gently dismissive, or at the very least a releasing of the weight of guilt in the moment.

Immediately he becomes self-conscious of this, too. ] I've had that problem, before.

[ He wants to talk to Mobius about not really understanding how to work with the monotony that is picking through rubble. Rebuilding from ruin. A series of physical tasks that allow and encourage the mind to wander directly into the dark. Loki has never had to deal with collective survivor's guilt. Loss on a community level.

But.

Mobius is good at people. At sticking around, with something. There's a gravitas there, a sense of being sort of mired in the reality that Loki can't really hope to match.]