( the black clothes thrown about the countertops, much too large to be loki's but a little smaller than thor's, would be an additional sign that it definitely wasn't loki in the shower. jason hears the door open and closed, thinks nothing of it. it's probably loki, who--has seen him nude enough that jason doesn't give a shit anymore. he's not big on shame as is, bodies are just that: bodies.

but.

the voice definitely is not loki's, and it stops him mid-scrubbing some suds out of his hair, has him leaning in to the shower door, making out blond beyond the fog from the too-hot shower. not a great idea, considering it has soap falling down into his eyes, effectively burning the shit out of them. ow. a palm presses against one while the other presses to the door, clears his throat. )

Not your brother, big guy.

( now that that is out of the way, ) But man, I get it. I'm tired of everything, too. All the bullshit going down here, the shitty weird assed Morning Star bullshit, New Amsterdam's entire Thing. . it's all fucking stupid.

( completely normal conversations to have in the shower, right. )