Setting the latte down for Loki, John sat across from the god sipping on his hot coffee sitting considering the words. Realizing now, that he was just aiming to be near people since having no one, Loki seemed no better than some of his other options. Sure, he had Quill but that even only went so far since he didn't want to suffocate his good ole friend.
So there was Loki who he happened to run into to, and much rather be around than alone with his own misery and thoughts.
"I dunno. There is annoyed, and then there was the week I had spent with you." John countered, but ultimately shrugged. "Though, question," John came out with. "Considering all the different Spiders we have dancing around this place, that Thor doesn't seem like the Thor I've bared witness to. Is he our Thor or Stark's Thor?" Okay now all this timey wimey bullshit was getting confusing, because none of the Spiders here were their Spider-Man.
But Clint was. These people he had little time to dance with in his past, but he knew things. It was hard to be Thor and people not know of you.