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With that much anger so obviously pointed towards him, it was natural that Bix jumped to the defensive. He also was clearly not at fault here. His voice rose an octave and he waved his arms. "Whoah you brought up poisoning people. I didn't! I was joking with you. Jesus!" He sounded exasperated.

"When have I ever acted like that with you?" Bix's own eyes now registered genuine damage. I also am pretty sure I was asking for cooking advice... why are you acting like I am the bad guy here? I'm sorry that other people are jerks. You are my friend."

Bix backed up a step and shook his head. His face was red, tense and clearly showing the knotted state of his gut right now. "Seriously I think all my friends think the worst of me.." He mumbled. "It took me dying. I come back and I get yelled at, punched, blamed, there's screaming and crying.. I get accusatory stares." Bix looked Ofie straight in the eye. "Not a single smooth transition. Not one. It's like everyone was just waiting to let loose on me all at once."

There was a moment where he wasn't sure that a hug was coming. He couldn't tell what she was feeling but she'd been angry and Ofie was the type of girl who could get a little rough, even when happy. When she eventually squeezed him and threw herself into his chest, Bix could only let out a tightly held breath and hug her back.

He let Ofie cry for a few silent moments on his part. The hunter rubbed her back and waited until her sobs slowed somewhat. "You followed orders. I heard what happened. Don't you think I've already tried to figure out what I would do in the same situation? If I wouldn't follow orders too? Sun hunters. It's our job." He sagged a bit, leaning against the kitchen wall. "Let the other divisions argue and debate and defend." As he muttered it, he realized just how true the words were and stared off into space as if he were somewhere else a moment."If we weren't when we came here, we're those people now."

When Ofie was finally able to talk, Bix wrapped his arms completely around her and gave her a squeeze. "I don't have to forgive you. But if you need me to say it anyway, yeah, I forgive you."

His gross shirt was the last thing on his mind right now. Though there was no guarantee he wouldn't tease her about it later.

He wasn't sure that first part was words but Bix laughed a bit. "Thanks. Really. Like I said, almost no one has really seemed very happy to see me. So.." He squeezed her. "I do appreciate it."

After another squeezing hug he pulled her back from himself, slightly more difficult than expected, and glanced at his shirt and her face. "C'mere." With practiced, big brother, dipped his hand under his shirt and yanked it up to wipe her face. He was diligent, if not a bit forceful about it. It was very obvious that he'd been a practiced older sibling before coming to Deus. He was an expert on snotty face wiping.

"There we go." His disgusting shirt dropped back down, sloppier than the start.

Bix actually, while she spoke, pulled off his t-shirt. He wasn't just flashing skin, he was wearing a plain white undershirt underneath, but the shirt had ridden up to shown a couple new scars on his extremely pale skin. There was an 8' cut along his abdomen and a 4" wound on his ribs. The latter caused directly by Caelius getting him with a dagger while he was a monster. Bix quickly tugged himself to be covered and rolled up the gross tee and stuffed it in his back pocket.

"Clov-" he squinted then had a moment of realization. "Oh! Before!" She had a hard enough time believing Bix himself, it was probably an argument with Before. "Everything good? Is he good?" Before had acted oddly when he'd seen him. Of course... everyone had.

Bix turned pink and froze a moment as Ofie looked at his scars. One of them had been from his 'death' the other she just hadn't seen before, when a reaper had almost killed him. He shook the flush off when she let it go silently.

"I'm sorry about that." Bix frowned. So Before had gotten a little unreasonable. Bix didn't blame him, but at the same time, he wasn't blaming anyone. It was hard to predict how anyone would act in a situation like that. "Well I don't blame anyone who raised a weapon against me. If it makes you feel better. And... I'll try to talk to him. Explain that."

Ofie kept looking more awkward by the second and so Bix slung an arm around her shoulder in comfort. Somehow all he'd ended up doing was comforting people since he'd been back from the dead. It wasn't exactly what he'd expected to happen. "Well I'm going to talk to him myself about some other things but.. If your honest with him, everything will be alright." It was pretty generic advice, but he hoped it would be adequate.

"Be honest with your apology and try not to get... other things in the way. Like pride or stubbornness." Bix shrugged. "He should respond well to that."