"Yep, poor bastard." It was a fleeting moment, but there was a small sense of normality to their drinking and smiles.
But as Miles watched Cass, he saw the crack in his composure - something he'd never seen before. There was something sinister in that laugh, and Miles knew it was because of this whole situation they were in. When he mentioned that someone, he suspected it was Percy. "Is talking about him going to make it easier?" he said, hoping to Merlin that Cass wasn't going to become a maudlin drunk.