Forge had spent most of the time up until Eva's arrival doing what he did best. Stirring pots. Troy might have thought he'd invented the activity, but the old Cheyenne had been makin' things awkward since before the rest of Xavier's Natives had even been born. "So... Loki," one such exchange had started. "Have you just tried apologizing to Baldr?" Forge had suggested, the lot of them still unsure about Loki's guilt. But really? He wasn't. Or, "Loki, maybe just let Thor take a hand?"