She isn't wrong. It's not quite what he means, but Thor is not about to say so. He's tired in a way that seems to go beyond the surface, a fatigue that is not entirely unlike the one that ensnared him after the battle of Wakanda. Not entirely the same, not even close, but he can't help but think of it.

He doesn't look up from where his face is hidden behind his hands, fingers massaging at his forehead and temples. "Doesn't feel like a victory," he mutters, a bitter tinge in his voice. It feels more like a fox being cornered in his den, a hunter smoking him out where he is vulnerable and exposed. "Can I have one more? Just... for the road."