The door opened, and Loki looked like a mess. But Nyx ignored that. Didn't even let his eyes linger long enough to truly acknowledge his appearance. "You're right. You said no." Nyx responded with a droll tone. "I obviously have an authority problem." Shifting his weight from one foot to the other he shoved the soup into the man's hands. "And I don't make a habit of ignoring friends who happen to need an assist." Nyx shrugged with a look that just said for Loki to get use to it.
"What else do you need? Books? Magazines?" Nyx would make an effort to make Loki's dealing with this, vaguely more comfortable. Nyx though, worried he wasn't going to get the answers he wanted very easily.