“Same over here. But I’ve still been missing you.”

*opens arms*

// I think so. I’m never there though 😂

// shall do!

I need to get more active myself.

He gives a little sideways smile. Then, he shrugs a shoulder.

“Like I said — only one I care about thinking so is you. So thank you.”

He can see it’s eating at Loki, which only makes him grin more. Even so, it’s not like he will let the god suffer for long.

“Only opinion that matters is yours.”

“That would be nice.”

Maybe on that timeline of theirs.

~ TVA was a routine, too. It hadn’t felt like life until Loki.

“Anything odd? Yeah. That mailbox for one,” he says, pointing behind him. “I don’t live there. That’s other me’s place.”

He listens to Loki go back and forth with the questions as if he’s watching a table tennis match.

“Umm thanks? And it’s been . . . not exactly what I thought it would be. I’m kinda bored,” he adds with a nervous laugh. “You kept me hoppin’. In a good way.”

He might have said the TVA did, but the~

~ worried. We all were, and I . . . we missed you.”

Yet none so utterly destroyed by Loki’s absence as him.

“Yeah, I’m . . .”

He runs a hand through his hair which had gotten but unruly. He could use a trim, he thinks, but realizes he is thinking that way because he would have wanted to look /nice/ for a reunion.

Gods, he’s an idiot.

“I’m great. It’s great to see you . . . I . . . umm . . . I was ~

Driving him mad is what he is doing.

“Yours aren’t so bad either.”

Awkward flirting anyone?

~ What exactly had happened out there (in here?) with the timelines, he doesn’t know. He only knows that Loki took all of that upon himself, and that must . . . hurt him.

“Are you hurt?”

As if he could fix that.

~ him.

They’ve hugged before but not like this. The feeling of Loki’s breath upon his neck sends pleasant chills through him.

He scolds himself. Can’t he just be happy to have his friend back without making it weird?

“Are you okay?” he asks, pulling back slightly as his eyes scan the god. ~

He is a little surprised to finding Loki hugging him, though the god had gotten comfortable with that before . . . before.

Slowly, the shocked stiff Mobius lifts his arms and hugs Loki in turn.

Real. This is real. Hallucinations don’t /feel/ like anything.

And then Loki all but sinks into ~

Gods . . . or god. He’s got one right now telling him he likes his lips.

Concentrating upon them makes him inadvertently lick his lips now.

“These ol’ things?” he jokes. Or tries to.

~ be real. How can you be here?”

He’s still not entirely sure he is.

Maybe it is a dream. An /incredible/ dream.

Any words catch in his throat.

Can hallucinations talk? Auditory hallucinations are a thing, right?

But he wants this to be real and true.

He closes the distance between them and comes to stand across from Loki — or a hallucinated Loki — right in the middle of the street.

“I . . . this can’t~