Feeling the edge of Hob's bandages cause his heart to seize slightly. He frowns to himself, hating that he was hurt but so glad he's going to be okay. It's just a visceral reminder that he was not there to help, during or after. This is why he had tried to speak to Johanna, because as much as he doesn't want to hurt Ethan, had he been there when the attack happened, he would've torn the wolf apart for even looking at Hob. Or Johanna for that matter.

As Hob puts his arm around him, Loki looks down, his cheek rested on Hob's shoulder as he watches his hand play with the other man's shirt. He nods in response without lifting his head and swallows nervously. He thinks he did the right thing. He thinks he handled things correctly, but he doesn't know, not for sure. Loki is a creature of emotion and just the fact that he stopped to talk about it before simply reacting is an improvement. He just doesn't know if Hob will see that.

"I'm not sure if you saw, but Mr. Chandler put an apology of sorts out over the devices. I may have gone to see him."