[ At least his sincerity seems to reassure Loki, whose face smooths away that little frown that was starting to form and instead creases into what Chris has learned is a pleased little expression that means he's trying to suppress a bigger smile.

Curling up in his lap once more, twisted so that they're more perpendicular than before, Loki snuggles in close and Chris folds his arms around him so that they're nice and cozy and comfortable, murmuring quietly to each other in his half-lit room. ]

Good.

[ Huffing when Loki whacks him on the leg, he feigns exasperation all while failing to hide an amused smile. ]

I don't keep hundreds of horses anywhere, thank you. I have two horses, a perfectly reasonable number. And they're in Montana right now, at my house. My neighbors run a proper ranch, they come by to look after them and make sure the house is kept in good repair. Mine's really just a hobbyist sort of set-up, I don't take any of it seriously. Hard to, when I'm this far out for so long.