Loki furrows his brows in concern. Skepticism is understandable, especially given that he's apparently been 'dead' for over a year, but there's something else there. A paranoia and sadness that worries him deeply.

He thinks. There are many things he would probably know about Clint, but what is good enough to convince him when even the knowledge of their family isn't enough? Normally he would pull a trinket out of his pocket dimension, but his magic has long since left him, the energy stolen by his body's need to survive.

Wait. Trinket.

Are Lila's curtains still in my loft?