"Then make up your mind of whose job you're filling in for!" Technically, it could be argued that Clint was the dad and Natasha was the mother, but at current Hawkeye was doing most of the mothering. Natasha had done more of the 'tough' dadly things. He would keep those thoughts to himself. "Feel free to cut into it whenever you'd like. I don't want to try and eat that all by myself.""
He could, easily. Food was a tiny obstacle in the way of the likes of he and Thor. Though Loki preferred to try and eat like a dainty human instead of a starving mongrel.
Shrugging, he took a few more mouthfuls of the cheesy noodles, some without bothering to chew while he came up with an answer. He didn't have to look Clint in the eye to know that sitting and sharing feelings and thoughts were about the last thing on his list of things he wanted to do. Frankly, Loki wasn't keen on sharing either, but he also wasn't keen on loosing his mind and turning into a raging mess once more. "What is there really to talk about? It's all circumstance out of anyone's control. We can't give into it, because it's not fair, and because then, this realm wins. It gets what it wants. So we do nothing and deal with it." He huffed into another mouthful.
Loki could go spar Logan or America, release some pent up tension, but he didn't feel like it. He really didn't want to speak or be around anyone else.