Thor/Carol
The last thing Thor would've wanted was to be coddled, to be told he'd done his best and not to blame himself. He was always going to blame himself and he was pissed. He'd finished off his drink before she refilled it. Yes, he was going to likely regret it tomorrow but that was what bothering Loki was for.
Why hadn't he gone for the head? For fuck's sake, was it not the most obvious way to land a kill shot? Thor could only rationalize that he'd gone for the chest in the heat of the moment because he wanted to make it personal. Not an instant death. He wanted to get the last word in. "I told you, you'd die for that." Wasn't that just like him? Letting his arrogance, his need to prove he was the strongest, getting the better of him. Typical Thor. And half the universe paid the price. Perhaps himself included; he didn't know. He'd never know.
Thankfully Carol wasn't trying to make him feel better. She wasn't pacifying him or even trying to downplay it. She knew what the cost was. She knew what it felt like, she said. He appreciated that.
"I like you," he said, and tipped back his cup. It wasn't about the taste anymore, if it ever was. It was just about getting the alcohol in his system. Sounded like she was on the same level. "You get it."