[ It's true. He can't trust Eliot. He did, he trusted him with everything, despite everyone he'd ever trusted an inch turning on him just the same way Eliot had. It was a foolish mistake he was never going to make again, though it was one he never should have made to begin with.

If he can't trust Eliot, why is he still here? Why doesn't he just leave, forget about him and move on to greater goals?

Loki stands frozen still, as Eliot's arms move around him. He does allow his head to be guided to the other's shoulder, because even though he knows he has no reason to be here anymore, he cannot deny that he longs for Eliot's touch again. The fabric of the wolf's shirt sleeve dampens with the god's tears, as he takes his time in considering everything.

Is Eliot truly sorry? Should he allow him this chance?

...

It's with great reluctance that Loki lifts his head, finally. He says nothing yet, silent as he reaches to gently pry Eliot's hands from him, and then pushing away at his chest so that he may step back. ]

I need time.

[ His voice is quiet, still shaken with soft sobs. ]

Give me time to think. When I make my decision ... if I choose to give you another chance, then I will find you. Do not search for me.