Higgs smirked and shook his head when Miles claimed an excuse, thinking he could well tell Ginger his own fucking self. "Fucking hell, mate," he said detachedly when he called Montague 'daddy'. "That's just not fuckin' right. At least you did it the right way- on accident. Bet the fucker planned it," he looked back at Montague feeling slightly betrayed, although that was probably all of the whiskey he'd had.
You know what's great about having sex with men? he thought to himself, no chance of pregnancy. Ever.
"Work," was all he said, all he needed to say.
When Miles went off on him he felt his own temper snap- he was sorry to hear about Daphne and the kids but he was feeling a little on edge between Miles and Cass and Montague. "Well maybe if you fucking owl'd half of the fucking time I wouldn't need to go back to fucking Africa and I'd know what the fuck was going on around here!" he yelled back. Dammit he wished Miles wouldn't get upset with him because the way his face flushed...
Fuck.
"What the fuck, Miles- we don't even have bears in Africa!" he yelled back, even if he knew that Miles was just joking. "Well- we do," he finished, calming down. "But- fuck nevermind." He finished off his drink and shook his head slightly. He needed to get out of here...