'Pregnant doesn't mean a cripple,' he said with a shrug. Seriously Pansy had been moving about just fine for quite some time. A memory of her, himself and Higgs in a bed while she was fairly clearly pregnant fleeted through his memory. Why was it that felt like a lifetime ago?
He did look up at Miles at the comment on the whiskey, almost giving him an apologising look. 'Sorry.' He sighed. 'Maybe you should have,' he said. 'Right now my only wish is to get drunk enough to stop thinking.' And feeling. Most of all to stop feeling.