Arthur looked up, something vulnerable and unsure crossing his expression, before he put on a cautiously polite smile. His shoulders hunched a little and he let himself look his fill of his son, the usual parental look to make sure he had been eating well, hadn't got anything unusual tattooed or pierced or whatnot. Not that Percy was the type, but you never knew. "Yes, I imagine it's very busy at the Ministry right now," Arthur said with a wry smile. The irony wasn't lost on him, considering he was, more or less, out of a job, while Percy was apparently thriving under the new regime.
Arthur bit back the sharp words he wanted to express. Percy was reaching out, for the first time in too long, and Arthur wanted to hear what he had to say.