[The words catch Jason off-guard. It's not as if it's the first time he's heard these words in recent history, but his handling of them never gets any easier. He brings a hand up to rub over his cheek awkwardly, the stubble under his hand a reminder of the stupid crap Loki said around when they first met. It's always a reminder.

He drops his hand after a moment, stuffing it into his pocket.]

We're all fucked if we screw this up, right? [That's not a dismissal at all. Jason breathes out.] Just you a little more than the rest of us, probably.

But we're in it together, and all that cheesy garbage. So, uh, you're welcome.