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Bix was just leaving a beach patrol when he got the text so the Sun hunter made a beeline for the buildings, headed for the cafeteria. It was bumping at this time of day and made it easy to blend into the crowd but not so easy to find a seat.

Bix loitered around the outer edges of the room until a pair of hunters got up to leave and he slid in (thinking he was pretty slick) before anyone else could.

With the table between them, crushing hugs weren't an option, so Bix just grinned and thrust his hand out to shake in normal, proper man-greeting. "Busy busy life, yeah?" The last time they'd talked Bix had been on the edge of a (thankfully avoided) breakdown. It wasn't like much had changed but time had passed and it had been enough for the Sun to just put it all past him. That was what he was best at.

"So whats up bro? You wanna snag some food real quick?" It smelled good and it was crowded so there must have been something of quality being served.

Or it was pizza day.

Bix pulled off his coat to throw over his chair. It was the unofficial 'this seat is taken' move. "She's good. You know, same as always. Sleeping late and not working out enough for my unreasonable standards of training." He stuck out his tongue with a smile. 'Good' of course was a relative term. 'Good' was a measure of how you coped moreso than how you were actually doing. Thankfully Bix and Ceres had each other and that was just enough of a support system to keep them sane.

Because no one was every truly good except for maybe Allan.

"Looks like fried chicken.." Bix spied a plate of crunchy, steaming chicken pieces and his stomach rumbled. He headed for the line with his friend, "Awwwyeah... How's you and Stormy?"

"Good?" Bix was skeptical. "You are good? Just good?"

He took some chicken, looking back and Gale in a long enough moment to get a dirty look from the (taller) hunter behind his friend for holding up the line. "You are blushing like a school girl and all you have to tell me, your best bro on this miserable rock, in that things are good?"

Bix finally moved along but skipped past most of the sides and took a biscuit.

Thankfully moving briskly through the line had them settling back at their table. Bix hadn't said anything else, though he was bursting with questions. He waited for Gale to join him again, taking the time to sip his drink and peel a piece of skin off the chicken. It didn't taste as good as it looked.

When the other joined him, he sipped again and swallowed before finally assaulting his bro with interest. "Ok.." his voice was dropped low, "so.. things?"

Bix turned a little red and didn't answer initially. He kept eating and staring at his plate.

"Well.. actually," he swallowed a full mouth of food, "not.. exactly?"

"Well.." Bix dropped his voice and was very earnest, "Ceres has some issues with trust... from her past." That was all he said. "And so I respect her slow pace. I mean ... she only just surrendered to the idea that she pretty much lives with me."

Bix shrugged and clearly was nonplussed about the whole affair, "Besides I know it. I love her and she loves me. Even if she can't say it yet, it just means she hasn't figured it out. She's pretty hard headed you know." He continued, all the while munching away. "I don't bombard her with the need to hear it. She's not going anywhere."