[it feels like such a long time since he’s been to Jane and Thor’s apartment, the familiar door seeming so daunting as the mage lingers outside - he tells himself that he needs to get over his hang-ups, troubled thoughts straying as something catches the corner of his eye. A soft shuffling that brings with it a broad yet concerned smile]
Ohmygod, you shouldn’t be carrying all those. C’mon, hand ‘em over...







