There was never any mistaking where Paul's attention was and Loki reveled in it with just as much ease as he ever had; a lifetime of being an anchor for the driver, and fully at the ready to defend whatever Paul wanted to do with a full throated protective passion. Who cares what people think, even in this small town. They were friends, having coffee. Plenty of people had coffee.

Plenty of people would do terrible things for the people they loved.

Paul looked perfect in his smudges, smelling of oil and car and sweat and work. Good to the point of distraction. Loki tried to keep his face serious, or at least generally blank, but he couldn't quite hide the soft tilt of a smile that played at the corners of his lips anyway. Wednesday wasn't so far away.

"Yeah, course I do. What's up?" He shifts with his attention, leaning over his cup a little more.