Higgs hadn't necessarily thought that Siobhan would refuse to talk about it, though he wouldn't have pushed if she had. He hadn't, however, quite expected the barrage of words, the way she owned up to it so openly. If Higgs hadn't been distracted by her explanation regarding stress and him, he would've commented on how impressed he was with her being so open about it. "I'm sorry," Higgs offered automatically. "I didn't think Max and I were actually being very tense," he added with a small shrug. "But I should've thought of how it might make you feel," which was true. Higgs felt that him and Max had a reasonable disagreement. Max, bless him, was a twat. Higgs, in turn, genuinely didn't mind. In retrospect, he was able to see how that might not necessarily translate to someone listening to them.
"Is there anything I can do?" He asked. "About the dinners," Higgs clarified. "Would you rather we didn't have them? I don't want to--" Higgs paused, unsure where he was going with it. "I don't know anything about eating disorders," he admitted. "So you'll have to tell me what is a good thing to say or do and what isn't," Higgs told Siobhan really quite honestly.