He wiped his face instinctively when a hand found it's way on his shoulder. He should have known by touch who it was, as Thor had quite a grip, but he did not. It wasn't until Thor spoke that Forseti knew. At once he felt regretful, he should not have been here, as no one wanted to be here. He didn't want to see his uncle in the kind of pain he was in. Not right now, or ever. Thor did nothing to deserve this kind of pain.
None of them had. But he did not wish it on his family. Especially those who held him so firmly and tried to wipe the despair away. Would anything help? Revenge hadn't.
"No, I do not mind uncle. But we should go elsewhere. This is no place for you to be, right now. I was simply, thinking."