[Thor raises a brow when the room starts to clean itself, but he knows damn well it was in dire need of some help. Or he was in dire need. He doesn't need to think about it.

His expression softens at Taako's explanation and he doesn't know what to do other than pressing the bottle into his hands instead.]

You need this. [He says, in lieu of something more helpful. He needs to think about it.]

You know, on the surface this seems like such a happy place, but it's actually the worst. It's like an emotional spring trap.