Before Siobhan had finished speaking, Higgs wanted to assure her that whilst perhaps she had no business worrying about particular things (though, he really wasn't sure how in this context it wasn't her business), it didn't mean that she couldn't talk about them. Higgs was certainly happy for her to talk to him, but there were most likely quite a few other people Siobhan could've spoken to if she preferred. Before Higgs could express any of that, though, Siobhan looked down and asked him a question. Her words felt a lot like being thrown into cold water. Almost too sobering. The question made a rush of feelings run through Higgs, not in the least anger. He didn't think it right that Siobhan would even need to ask that and it made Higgs wander what the fuck it was that he was missing, because up until that point he would've sworn that Siobhan and Max were happy. They were looking for a house together, they were planning a wedding, they came across like they loved each other a great deal. And yet, here she was, asking Higgs if he'd marry someone he didn't love but didn't want to hurt.
"No," Higgs replied quietly but sternly. "I would not marry someone if I didn't love them," he noted. It hardly seemed like the sort of thing he should lie about. "But Siobhan," he said far gentler, reaching up to cup Siobhan's face, turn her head so she'd look at him. "Max loves you," Higgs told her confident in his words.