[ This is the second time Reign has seen Loki in sadness and anger, for an entirely different reason compared to the time when they talked about their past. The outburst, though mostly muffled by the surrounding sounds, does draw a few curious eyes from some of the patrons. But Reign ignores them as he reaches a hand out to Loki's, being careful so as not to startle the man.

He pulls Loki into a hug, his arms coming around the other's waist, fingers clutching at the back of his shirt. ] I don't know. I don't know what he could have done. [ Damn it, he doesn't want to cry. But Reign's voice does waver as he tries to hold his tears back. ] I hate this too, what they've done to us, forcing their stupid rules on us and making us play their game.

[ Reign ends up burying his face against Loki's chest, and if there's a bit of wetness, or the light trembling of his body, hopefully Loki wouldn't notice. ] It's all right. I'm still here. You're still here. [ He goes quiet after that, doing his best to hold his emotions at bay, to give Loki some semblance of comfort as well. ]