What was it with rude older women and public seating today? He ignores the ornery, sleepy thought to shove her off: when in Rome, one does not always have to do as the romans. When he finally finds a bench, so that he can properly collect himself, its covered in Bermuda short wearing tourist a severe looking matriarch wears a white visor and a fanny pack and talks too fast and too loud and does absolutely nothing for Thor’s mood. Now, he may as well be a guest in his backyard. Him? He used to be this city…but he’s not sure if that counts any more. Thor hopes his voice has not betrayed anything how much of New York can he claim to know when it’s been so long since he’s been here? Four years is a long time to be away, and all these people surrounding him? They know this city. Someone beside him laughs, suddenly, stealing his attention, “That’s New York for you” He arches an eyebrow, “if you had this much of a problem with the close quarters, I’m sure there was room in first class”, he flashes a smile that makes her frown deepen, collecting his bag and being sure to huddle his body in the way she does in her seat as he exits. She raises her shoulders up in annoyance at his every move, huffing every time he so much as turns. The woman beside him, old and mean looking, deems his presence a nuisance to her pensive stillness. Thor’s grogginess has him moving ungracefully from his seat, slow to stand and shifting.

Bodies move in perfect disharmony their directions unpredictable, their heads bowed down to screens and their feet narrowly missing someone else’s. He pulls his jacket from around his shoulders, and squints against the glare of fluorescent lights to look out his window. The stiffness in his neck lets him know that he will regret this later. He hums his voice back to life, arms crammed in a seat that’s too small to sleep in. When he opens his eyes again, they’re filled with gray brick walls and the neon signs lining them, reading Manhattan. The steady rock of the train lulls Thor to sleep, and the image of D.C with its red and yellow leaves breaking off in the wind disappears behind heavy eyelids.

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