[You can talk about it if you want. Loki stayed silent, blinking that hard full face blink again as he looks over Paul's face. He didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to dredge up the memories of them, post belting. Of them being thrown into those isolation rooms that Loki had always sworn were haunted by the boys that the Priest had undoubtedly killed - more like than not, those boys were actually moved out of the home, into the foster system much in the same way that Loki and Paul were but that thought never managed to beat the ideas he'd gotten when he was small.

His grip tightens against the back of Paul's head briefly, a reassurance.]

What I want is four hours of sleep and a shower. Maybe I'll see something in everything that I haven't seen before. Only question is if I'm doing those things here, or alone back at my apartment.

[He'd rather do them here. Rather talk Paul into joining him on the bed, being horizontal, relaxing properly - they could probably both use a little shut eye.]