Thor shrugs, taking a bite of his pizza. "As I said, we did share living space. Stark provided rooms for all of us, and allowed us to adjust the decor as we liked." A small, fond smile is on his lips as he thinks of those better days, before they had known what danger they faced. Before everything had gone wrong. "When we were at the tower, much time was spent in each other's company."

Though Thor has done a great deal to isolate himself, both through necessity and to cope with the guilt, he misses them all dearly. Misses being able to invite Steven for a spirited workout spar, or trading verbal jabs with Stark, or teaching Natasha how to braid her hair in the Asgardian fashion. But those days are gone, and with the Avengers fractured as they are, Thor cannot see them returning to what they once were. Not now.

One more thing to mourn, he supposes. But he is not entirely without friends, either. Steven has visited several times, and Thor has appreciated every single one.