Whatever Jane was seeking when she arrived here, she's not sure she found it. But that's not necessarily a bad thing. When she makes her final goodbye and steps out the door, it's with a lightness in her step and a smile on her lips.

Thor's expression, in contrast, slides from a beaming smile into something a little more pensive, as soon as Jane is no longer there to see. He grasps Amelia's hand in his own, a solid lifeline, leaning lightly into her as she does to him. "I think so," he murmurs, but not entirely convincing. He's honestly not sure what he feels. Nostalgia, joy, grief, hope... Thor is not a man prone to feeling with anything less than his entire essence. The breakup is an old scar long healed, and while Jane's appearance did not reopen it, there's an ache like a bad knee before a storm. A reminder of what he had and lost, his love for her no less for the time passed, nor any lesser than the love he holds for the woman in her arms right now.

He turns toward her and leans forward for a kiss, reassurance for her as much as himself. "I did not think to see her again," he admits, resting his forehead against hers, head bowed. "I'm not the man I once was."