"Unfortunately so. And it's not one with an easy solution." Loki huffed a faint, uneasy sigh, fingers picking uncertainly at the page on the clipboard.

"I do the inventory. So... I know what people are ordering, how often, and... how much. And while my staff might not know, I'm keenly aware of how much is too much for an Asgardian..." He trailed off a moment, searching for some way to say things, some way that wasn't accusing, might not send Thor out the door. "You need help, brother. I might... not be an expert but I want to help you, if you'll let me."

He knew that much at least. That nothing would change, nothing would get better unless Thor realized he had a problem, wanted to make a change.