Miles had been keeping up conversation with his mates, but even he had to admit that he'd been somewhat avoiding Higgs. About five minutes after he'd first come into the room, he realised just where it was he'd last seen Higgs.
In Russia. In his bed. Naked. Fuck.
Could it have been any more awkward. But as he headed back behind the bar, he was somehow left alone for a moment with Higgs, and he honestly felt like a twat just saying nothing.
"All good?" he asked, non committally. "How's Ginger?" He certainly wasn't going to bring up anything about Russia, at least, not first, and with Montague in the room, and Cass, he doubted Higgs would say anything either.