[ Legs unfolding to set his boots on the floor and make room for Josh, Loki eyes him sidelong. He really doesn't want to scare him with slivers of truths, but to make a point ... ]

And if I'm not okay? If I lose my mind and destroy this planet? Obliterate all life to make a throne of bones out of the inhabitants? As long as that makes me feel better, would it be alright, Josh?

[ He gives a soft snort, looking ahead at a middle-distance. ]

It's not okay for me to not be okay. Don't fret, precious, I am.