Tom: (banging on the mirror, frustrated) Stop. Stop showing up. You cannot be real.
Loki: (From the bathroom door, watching Tom carry the towel around his waist) Always the same. You are not crazy. You need to accept that I exist.
Tom: (He turns to look at him directly.)
Loki: (Whispering) Also I brought you some Puddin. Mom sends greetings.














