The concept of contacting him through any other means beyond face to face was odd, that he had wanted her too was even stranger still. But it took those choice words for her to realize, unless he was playing a game, that she had unintentionally pricked him.
"I forget, sometimes, that you and I don't have this years-long balance." Shannon set the bundled skins on the nearby table and crossed the gap between them. "It is a poor excuse, but a valid one, I am unused to the phone. I carry it out of habit, but I don't often use it, in fact, I confess that when you and Katherine have contacted me through it that it has startled me. I was just shy of being a hermit before this. You..." She paused for a moment, "in the future, the Loki there was my only friend, the only person I wanted to see. And he came and to see me in his own time. Sometimes it could be every day for almost a year, sometimes it would be every other day for a month. I think I went a whole month without seeing him once. But I knew... and know, that you don't take a god's time. He gives it when he sees fit. I was treating you like I would him, and I'm sorry."
Shannon reached out to stroke his cheek, giving time and space for him to wave it off, or pull back. "But I didn't do it out of fear. I am not afraid of you, though you could hurt me, or kill me. If you had the mind to I doubt I could do anything, out of fear, that would change your mind." A very small, slightly sad, smile pulled at her lips. "But I do know when to be wary."