It's too quick to stop, so reflexively, Galen's hands move to grip Loki's wrists, to push -- but then Loki has him off the ground, and that voice in the back of his head is telling him he should have shut the fuck up instead of letting his soreness do the talking.

Still, he tries to twist out of Loki's grip, panic starting to show in his eyes. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Let me go," he hisses, trying to pry one of Loki's hands open. "It was -- fucking -- hypothetical, get off."