Higgs had had an eventful day. With a job like being a hitwizard, a lot of days were eventful. Though, thankfully, majority of them didn't include a break at the hospital. After getting back to work, Higgs had had to fill what-felt-like sixty different forms about basically losing an artefact. At least it really wasn't particularly problematic since the implement hadn't been a weapon. His boss had pulled Higgs into his office after, asking if Higgs was doing okay, pointing out that it wasn't like him to slack on the job, which Higgs supposed he technically had been, since doing his job properly would've meant being more careful about magical artefacts and the safety in moving them about.
The question had made Higgs pause, think over whether he was okay. Then, he'd told his boss that whilst he was he did recognise that going through a divorce and therapy wasn't very productive for the amount of hours at work Higgs was pulling. In the end, his boss had said he'd move some of Higgs' workload around, let Higgs have an afternoon off ever so often. It seemed like a reasonable proposal so Higgs hadn't objected to it.
Gemma's invitation to dinner seemed like a nice distraction from the rest of the day, so Higgs had readily accepted, grinning at his sister when she greeted him at the door. "You say 'too much', but I am a man who can eat, Gemlin," Higgs assured her teasingly, pulling Gemma into a brief hug before he moved into the house. Heading for the kitchen, Higgs looked over his shoulder at Gemma. "How have you been? I've been following your games, looking good for the Falcons," Higgs commented.