It's too much, too fast, and Thor is far too sober for this. He doesn't need much, just... just a little. Enough to calm down. Maybe one bottle. Or two. It's hard to keep track sometimes, once he's started. But that's not so bad, is it? Just one or two?

But Loki won't let him. He can tell that right now, his brother who denied him alcohol from the moment he stepped in the door, no matter how delicious the other drink was. Is.

He needs it.

He needs to get out of here, to find somewhere he can sit and think, to drink enough to settle his nerves and get his head on straight. That's what he needs. Just a moment. Just... make it all stop.

"I-I just remembered, there was something I was supposed to do," he blurts out, not meeting Loki's eye, trying to smooth back his hair and look like he's not losing it inside. "So if you'll... just... give me my order, I'll be on my way."