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It's a good thing Thor doesn't play poker, because he's developed quite a few tells that give away his thoughts. Namely his habit of wringing his hands together, a mannerism Frigga used to do when she was under stress or deep in thought, which seems to help - a little - in soothing his anxiety. He's clearly not happy about what he's hearing, holding himself stiffly as he listens.

"Of course I-" He bites down on his words before he can finish, wrestling down a flare of temper that he hasn't felt in what seems like ages. He can't go leaping over cliffs without looking anymore. He can't. Flying off the handle is what got half the universe killed, and he can never forget that, its lessons beaten harshly into him. So he forces himself to stop and consider it, consider Steve coming to him renewed and empty and asking about his past. Considers how secrets have affected those that he loves already. Considers how those secrets came to light, and the poison that came from keeping them locked away. Loki's parentage. Hela's existence. Stark's parents' deaths.

He's still upset, but he's calmer when he responds again, several long moments later. "Of course I'd tell him, if that's what he wanted." Even if she hadn't specified it was discouraged, not forbidden, he's not sure he would be able to keep it to himself. Not if it was Steve asking. "If he ever visits the Nexus, I'm not sure you could hide it from him." Maybe because of people he'd meet here, or maybe not, but there's no avoiding the PSA looming over the Plaza with Captain America on the screen.