"You mentioned that." Loki said with a nod, heading over to scope out the state of he and Tommy's kitchen. Before he hadn't bothered much with stocking it. He was usually picky about food but his priorities had been elsewhere--until his speedster friend had discovered that he could transform just about anything into...anything. "I guess they're bothersome questions, huh?"
Especially if Bucky was coming to him about it. Poor thing must have really been in a mental bind. It was, overall, a necessary evil to become himself again.
The word diarrhea coming out of his mouth certainly spoke bounds in that there were parts of a human coming into play here. HYDRA weapons didn't consider the well being of other people. At least Loki had guessed they didn't. "It has been a very long week, but I'll be alright, I'm pretty indestructible. Built Norse strong. Like Ford Trucks." That statement probably didn't hold true here. Nothing Bucky needed to know.
Loki fetched two root beers out of the fridge and moved around to plop into a bar stool, setting one in front of the empty seat at his side. He hadn't bothered asking merely out of habit, but soon realized that his company was still learning that he was allowed to want or maybe even enjoy a soda. An experiment, then. The long winded question had earned the assassin a slow blink, and Loki had to sip at his soda while he considered his answer.
"Ummmmmnoooo. There will be no more of the previous programming. All of what's been done now is here to stay. When all of the previous programming has been wiped and fixed? Things will fall into place. They sound to be headed that way, judging by the progress you've made since I've seen you last."