"Hm? Oh." He smiles, shaking his head. "I meant with each other. We were very drunk, and we never spoke of it again. I don't remember much of that night at all, to be honest. But I never regretted it."

Her story is much less nostalgic, and Thor's smile slips a little, replaced by sorrowful sympathy. His arm tightens a little around her, a warm hug that he belatedly hopes doesn't feel like restraint. "Did it feel worth choosing, when you did?"