Right now, Hob hardly notices his wounds. He just wants Loki to be near him. When Loki pulls away, Hob tries to hide the emotion in his eyes, but it's impossible. When his tears are wiped away, he gasps softly and a few new ones are shed, which he quickly blinks away.

There is no good timing for that news, so Hob isn't concerned with all of it being piled on at once. Hob feels incredibly selfish, though, because of all the things Loki told him, there's only one thing that really upsets him, and that's the thought of losing Loki.

Calling himself a 'dead man walking' makes Hob's heart ache. It's a little too late not to get attached. "I..." It's hard to say the words. "I'm used to it. Loving someone and losing them. If I didn't allow myself to be with someone who would one day die, I'd always be alone." And that's not what Hob wants. His life is richer when he's sharing it with someone he cares about, no matter the eventual pain that will bring.

"I just thought, with you, maybe, it would be different." That he wouldn't have to be afraid. "But maybe it still can be. You're here. You're alive. What happened before might not happen again, or maybe things will be different." Perhaps this really is a second chance. Hob doesn't know how Loki is alive here and now, but Hob is grateful for it.