Loki nods, swallows, sniffs, nods again. He's not going to stop her from fleeing; he understands well enough how rough it is to expose one's feelings in front of someone, even if it's someone you more or less trust. It's a lot; all of this has been a lot. So there's no resistance when she lets go and steps back, just Loki letting his hand drop to his sides.

"Okay." Be safe, he wants to say. Be careful. But of the two of them, who is most likely to survive whatever they encounter?

It's not him.

He lets out a little sigh once she gets the door open, and then, to her retreating back: "I'm sorry I didn't listen." Earlier, when she tried to get him to turn away from the room. In the memory. Both, really.