[ Jason leans in and closes the space between them and presses himself to Loki's clothed shoulder. he sinks against the wall with a long sigh, and then raises a hand to press dark nailed fingers against his shoulder. being displaced in a world that had stripped them of their freedom the moment that they stepped into it, under the threat of possibly still being watched, it was easier to ignore it. the circumstance fell like an anchor on everyone.

maybe it came with being a god of chaos, but he played situations, found the best way out. sometimes plans were replaced with improvisation, depending on desired outcome. ]

Oh, yes, everything's far off the rails. [ he won't lie about that, but he doesn't sound too bothered. ] But not unsalvageable. You're resourceful and there's still time. Contingency and improvisation—the two go well together.