In the quiet of the night (too quiet, these days), it's not too hard to hear the sound of approaching footsteps. Even so, Thor nearly misses Steve's approach until he's nearly there already, and he guiltily tucks the bottle against his chest as he turns to see who's intruding on his solitude.

His shoulders sag slightly when he sees that it's Steve. Probably one of the better options, if he had to get caught by somebody up here. Not all of the others would understand, whether or not they approve of how he's coping with all this. If that's even what he's doing. The potion Eir made for him is helping, little by little, but even its magic isn't enough to keep this particular demon at bay tonight. Not after the day he's had, and the looming threat of hope that's instilling itself in the others.

Not Thor. Not yet. He doesn't dare let himself believe that this will work, not until he knows for sure.

He clears his throat and shuffles a little, though he doesn't truly need to make room for Steve with so much roof to go around. The concrete still radiates heat soaked up from the sun, even as cooling breezes begin to sweep in from the waters that border the property. "I know the feeling," he rumbles, taking a swig on reflex.