Tobias nodded at the question, shrugging a shoulder. "The 'we-come-in-peace', knowledge-bearing kind. Of course, the villian was a commie." Because commies were always more heinous than aliens.
"I don't know her that well. Life sort of gets in the way- I usually only see you when we're busy diverting crises. That's why I got so pissed about missing the drink- you were probably going to tell me she was pregnant, come to think. You sounded... anxious, when we spoke." Not excited. Not really worried. That general, 'holy shit' kind of anxiety. Almost exactly like he had right then.
Picking up on the unsaid, Tobias nodded, clapping a hand genially on Marco's shoulder. "I'll show you the pub where I'll be waiting." A contingency plan, not a comment on how he expected things to go.
Tobias turned to lead the way out of the building, making it to the sidewalk before turning to give Marco a sly sort of smile. "We can hop a portkey- oh, right. There's these... teleports. Can take you to Wales in a blink. One's nearby, but I've got to-" He motioned with his head towards an alley. The look on his face should have explained it well enough; fifteen years, and he was still having to morph every two hours. It wasn't ideal, but he had a mostly normal life, besides. At least, as normal as he would have wanted.