It's been actually kind of awkward to have Loki back around. There's a lot between them that hasn't been said, a lot left unexplained, and Mobius hasn't found it in himself to be detailed about anything. What's clear is how the both of them have changed in the time spent. He hopes that doesn't mean they're now incompatible. They were fun; it was good, what they had. And even if the disappearing wasn't Loki's fault, there's still an undercurrent of sting when he thinks about it.

The Maker and Andraste both have Their plans and ways. Mobius just has to trust this. Every time he flexes the hand that now bears the mark and power that can help the world and eventually kill him (unless he chops it off at some point), he is reminded that faith needs to hold fast even in the darkest times. Especially in the darkest times.

Not that these are things that he says. And it must burn Loki in some way, the way they both know they aren't talking about the most important things, the way some of what each knows and feels is kept locked in their chests, as though that's ever been the way they've communicated with each other before. Maybe that's why Loki keeps staring at him when he thinks Mobius doesn't notice. Looking away again when Mobius lifts his head. Like trying to must courage to say something? Or just analyzing him from a silent distance? Loki clearly thinks he's being smooth and clever about it, but even if Mobius has yet to actually red-handed catch Loki doing it, he can still feel the eyes on him.

And it's so damned distracting. He sets one of Lady Lamonia's letters aside with a sigh and stretches in his seat before making his way over to Loki, sitting heavily beside him, and flatly asking: "What."