Taking up his seat again, Thor settled into it and slumped with an elbow on the counter. He picked up his drink, took a swallow, and put it down as he leveled a gaze at his brother.
"I'm glad to hear it," he said truthfully. "That you've come in, anyway." He'd prefer the townspeople not to come running with pitchforks every time they saw the man but he could understand their concern. Perhaps one day they would think better of him.