[Luke returns in time to see the letter burning, a tea tray in his hands. For an instant, he wonders what it said, but puts the thought out of his mind. Not his place, that was for Loki.
Setting the tray down, he takes a seat and picks up his cup, holding it thoughtfully in his mechanical hand.]
I'm afraid I'll have to postpone our meetings for a while. I apologize.
[Action]
Setting the tray down, he takes a seat and picks up his cup, holding it thoughtfully in his mechanical hand.]
I'm afraid I'll have to postpone our meetings for a while. I apologize.