"Yes," Higgs nodded. "Much more attractive," he confirmed, the tiniest of smirks tugging at the corner of his mouth. As having not realised it was Fred rather than George in front of him at first illustrated, Higgs really couldn't tell much of a difference in how the two men looked. It was unsettling, in a way, but then Higgs figured that was probably the experience most people had when talking to twins. Even ones that didn't look like the guy who fucked your wife.
It was an odd situation, this. In a way, Higgs thought that Fred's question was fair. He obviously knew about what had gone down between Higgs and Alicia and George, probably also whatever Alicia had told George had gone down between herself and Higgs, too. They were friends. "Things haven't been... worse, I guess," Higgs offered since he didn't feel comfortable in claiming that things were better. "Thanks, nonetheless," he offered. "Sorry if..." Well, Higgs wasn't sure 'if' what. If I've inconvenienced your life by leaving my wife didn't seem to be quite right. "I assume you got at least some of the bad bits of that, so I'm sorry for that," Higgs said not sure if his apology even made sense. But at least he'd offered one. Whilst queuing at the Post Office.