[He slides into the bed, only a small gap between them, looking at Billy steadily. He's angry, still, that someone would take Billy, try to make him no longer Loki's. Billy is no toy, a lesson Loki had to learn himself but now wouldn't forget at all.

But his anger isn't at Billy, and it's easy for him to offer Billy a smile. Less easy to decide whether Billy would appreciate any further touch, but- he's let Loki in bed, and he isn't shying from the hand on his wrist, so Loki tucks an arm around his waist instead.]

Much. Everything usually is, with you here.

[He hesitates.]

Are you feeling a little better? You've been... somewhat out of it since we got back.