Gemma's words made Higgs give a laugh. "Yes, you tell Marcus I expect being thrilled," he agreed with a nod. There was no doubt in Higgs' mind that the Falcons could never bring a bad game, or at least a game that wasn't worth watching. Higgs had, of course, followed the team closely ever since Marcus joined it and then Gemma had so he had figured his lifetime allegiances were decided right then and there (unless Gemma changed teams, which Higgs a little hoped she did just because of that ridiculous team tattoo).
At her question of how he was, Higgs gave a small shrug. "I'm--" the fine sort of stopped before it could cross his lips. Higgs had promised himself that he would stop telling people he was fine regardless of how he actually was. It did no favours to him and it wasn't particularly honest to others either. "I'm getting there, I guess," he settled on instead. "Still at mum and dad's, which I'm going to vacate because they got back from their holiday like a day ago and have been giving me rather irked looks at still being in their house," he commented with a small smirk. It was partially true. Higgs knew their parents would let him stay but that hardly meant it would be their preferred option to have their grown son live with them. "I think I'll move back to mine and Marcus' by the end of the week?" He offered.
When the waitress came, Higgs ordered himself some food and a rather large coffee. Once Gemma had ordered, too, and the waitress had departed, Higgs shook his head slightly. "I'm sorry I can't really offer a great deal of optimistic answers to those questions," which he really couldn't. "Tell me about you, instead. I'm sure that's much more exciting than your older brother being a miserable sod," Higgs told her teasingly. Well, somewhat teasingly, because he didn't actually doubt that Gemma's life was more exciting and thrilling than his own.