[Loki glances at Clint again, in something that looks like fear-disappointment, before thinking. His shoulders bunch a little and he draws a deep breath, knowing Hawkeye probably won't like what he's going to hear.] One of the realities, I believe is still long before Thanos was a threat.

The other one. The one where I joined all of you. We've been together for only... about a year. Out of that, we've had... I think it's six actual missions by now. About a dozen... side distractions. [And a few holidays.]

They didn't... actually tell me what happened with Thanos. I asked. Repeatedly. Another version of me asked me to ask them, as well. They seemed... upset, when I asked. Reticent to speak of it. At least to speak of it... to me.

[He sighs.] I don't know if they just don't trust me. I'd had... plans at one point-- just-- ideas of what might work against him.

I wish I knew. I'm sorry. It's possible-- that I'm not the only one from outside their timeline. That whoever died in your universe, died in theirs and we... just found our way to that place from this one.

[It's after he's done describing, that Loki feels a distant bite of frustration about the argument being derailed. The numbness helps him not to completely melt down about it. Even then he must acknowledge that he's not willing to give up the group and that he was willing to pretend to be them, to each other, if he had to. They could hate him for it, if they wanted. But he shouldn't make decisions while emotionally numb, either, so perhaps later he'd consider that a terrible idea.]