What was generally much easier to figure out than whys. And with enough whats, the whys were easy enough. That's where Kingsley's work with newspapers really came in handy. But Emmeline wasn't a newspaper, and he didn't have the same kind of time, and she just...it was different. People, friends, were always different. And Kings didn't know how exactly he could best help her at the moment, didn't know what was wrong. So he was doing as best he could - out with her, drinking scotch, and listening, if she wanted. He wasn't particularly wanting to get pissed that night, but if she wanted to, or if she wanted him to...
That didn't seem like it though. "The world isn't as simple anymore," Kingsley replied, almost wanting to laugh at the statement. It hadn't been simple before, either, but even then felt simpler than now. The potion, the acting, the lack of cohesion, lack of a single leader with long term plans and short term plans (it was nothing against Potter...Dumbledore was one of a kind), and ... it was just a lot more factors at play.
"It's difficult to know who we can trust," Kingsley added, though he trusted her with his life. She had been such a lifesaver, to keep from going mental with all the acting, with not being able to trust old friends. Bill was newly off the potion. Kings didn't forget. "I believe in you, Em," Kings offered.