Higgs raised an eyebrow at Gemma when she told him that things were going perhaps a little too slow. Albeit she hadn't necessarily said the 'too', but Higgs felt it very much implied. "You tell him you think it's going a touch too slow?" Higgs asked her before stuffing a forkful of food into his mouth as he watched his sister carefully. Washing the food down with some water, Higgs gave a small shrug. "Gotta talk these things out, Gemlin," he advised. And perhaps Higgs wasn't in the greatest position to advise on relationship, not when his was ending in a divorce, but he had tried. Higgs knew the ingredients, he just hadn't been very good at making anything with them.
"How very dare you," Higgs said shaking his fork at Gemma mockingly when she suggested he might've been having fun at Max's expense. "We both had as much fun as one can have whilst magically stuck together," he informed Gemma. It wasn't quite true, Max had certainly seemed far more irked about the whole thing, but Higgs didn't really see a point in stating that. It would most likely be unfair to Max, since the mad hadn't quite wanted nor asked for being stuck to Higgs and ending up in the hospital. A bit of an irritation was quite understandable.
After taking another bite of the food, Higgs nodded. "Yeah, I think the idea is to see whether I can be more productive if I work less," he explained. It seemed like an odd thought to him at first, but after thinking about it, Higgs did understand. If he was happier and less exhausted whilst working, he really might be more productive.