To say Syd was alarmed, would be a little bit of an understatement. An owl, way later in the day than they usually would have agreed to grab a drink and the tone to it had Syd on edge.

And for good reason. By the time he'd gotten out of the hospital, a little later than usual, and made his way to his mate's house, the staff that met him at the door had a look about them that said he was in for a night. In the decades he'd know Edric Umbridge, he was pretty sure he'd never seen him like this.

Between the booze and the existential discussion or lack thereof really, Syd didn't quite know where to turn. Until... yep, there it was. Syd sat in an armchair opposite his friend, watching him carefully. Having shrugged off his coat for the long haul, Syd pushed up his sleeves and took a sip of his own drink.

"No," Syd had so far gone unscathed in that respect. "Pretty sure I've broken one though." He admitted with grimace. "I'd rather my own, I think." Wasn't that the truth of it.