[Loki knows what Billy is doing now, and it's instinct to hide what he's feeling. But he's also tired, and not so much overwhelmed as without some more pressing matter to distract him. He looks tired, and worried, and just plain sad. His eyes might be a bit damp, but he hasn't cried. It's not something he really does.]

Hah. If only it did work that way.

[He sighs, and moves to go sit on the couch. At this point he's tired of fighting about the utility of bothering to speak.]

I don't really know where I'd start.