[His expression pinches, and he regards Akira critically. He has the least reason to keep himself in check around him, the least reason to fear his reaction to the sheer incandescence of Loki's influence, of letting his anger push him forward. But at this point, he's too tired to rein himself in. He doesn't care what anyone thinks of him anymore. He wants to be done with it all, and he wants to hide away from the perception of anyone when it's over.]

[He takes another long sip of his coffee.] I won't bother trying to understand why you want to see me at my most exhausted and unwilling to check my behavior for anyone else's benefit, but I'll tell you now to not expect any apologies if I offend you.