Prometheus has never tried his hand at therapy. That falls under the purview of Asclepius, or perhaps Athena. He always thought Athena would make a good therapist, she was a wonder for providing valuable insight. But he has comforted many humans over the years, watching their struggles and sharing in their grief. Always a little apart, because immortality tends to give you a different perspective on things. But as he watches Thor wrestle with his guilt and shame, he takes on that role as easily as he ever has.

He smiles and follows through on that hug, leaning in and wrapping his arm around Thor. His other one, too, if Thor lets go. This is no bro hug, either -- no quick pat on the back and release. He holds Thor as one would a brother, or a son, keeping him there so long as he wants. He smells like clay and feels like the warmth of a great kiln, his inner spirit ever burning, so long as there are people to care for.