Allowing Clint to lead the way, Loki kept pace at a comfortable distance. He knew the rather smallish version of Hawkeye was still wary of him (there wasn't a universe in which he wasn't, actually)--but since their last encounter the tension on the surrounding subject had become increasingly thick.
"Err....yes?" He felt it crawl up his back as they climbed the stairs, even moreso as Clint debated on how to enter the apartment. Loki's face fell slightly, his eyes shifting in confusing, because, oh dear. Was it going to be that awkward? How bad was this guy?
As soon as Jefferson answered the door an entire new flavor of emotions was highly palpable and Loki debated briefly on changing his mind. Then remembered he had nothing more exciting happening.
The Hatter, while not at all a fan of Clint and knowing absolutely nothing of Loki other than what was in mythology books and Clint's word of mouth, was more concerned with getting his twin in a healthy mental state. He didn't even cast a glare over his usual tranquil demeanor, instead moving aside so the two could come in, closing the door behind them and leading back into the living room where he had told James to wait against the couch. There had been much debate on whether or not to have him in his bed, or some place with no furniture.
Ultimately, Jefferson remembered that they held no actual attachment to anything here, and the living room was more open, accessible, the couch just as comfortable.
"James, Clint and Loki are here." He knew he didn't necessarily have to state the obvious. It was moreso the comfort in speech now because he didn't trust James' current state after the issue with Diana. Now everything was about centering his psyche around the familiar. That was staying close, whether or not in a manner that meant James felt he could more easily protect Jefferson, or if Jefferson was protecting James, he wasn't sure anymore.
"So then," he moved to stand behind the couch where James was seated, leaning against the back. "Where do we begin?"