Bartleby was going to do the best he could not to act like an idiot. At least, that what what he'd told himself before hearing the door open, turning around, and seeing his best friend standing behind him. He half expected to see white wings spread, spanning the space of the room. But when he was grabbed into a hug it became obvious that wasn't the case.
He couldn't stop grinning as he wrapped his arms around Loki. "It's the view, man, you know that. The view... I like watching them, you know that. And I was fucking bored without you." Bartleby stepped back to look at Loki, eyes dropping down to his side. There was no blood, no hole, or stab wound.
"How'd you get here so fast?" he asked, and no, his voice didn't sound too accusing. It was just a question, really. But Bartleby knew it hadn't taken him that long to close the computer on his desk and kick his sword underneath the bed.