"What did you do to him?!" Apollo growled, the aggression in his eyes making it obvious that he had been waiting for an excuse to target Grey.
To be fair to the idiot whose brain functioned like it was leaking out of his ears, it definitely looked like Grey had done something to Xerchen. The two of them had shaken hands, Xerchen had suddenly gone rigid and started staring at the world like ghosts were crawling out of the ground, and then his aura had exploded several times over.
Even the people who didn't already think Grey was some walking disaster were looking at him warily now, because Xerchen had just put his own grievance aside for the sake of everyone here, and if Grey had attacked him anyway after the bastard single-handedly carried them through the last round, there was a pretty good chance the entire group would turn on him.
