He hoped his mouth to give the standard reply of lots of work, lots of papers, but Berk quickly stopped himself. He really wasn't okay. The troubles with Amelia was wearing on him, and while his wife was more irritated about missing time at work (which he did understand, it was her job to save the world from this mess the Ministry was creating), Berk couldn't stop himself from worrying about the worst possible scenarios.
Mara wasn't due until the end of November. There was a good chance she'd survive if born right now (dear Lord, right now would be absolutely terrifying, he wasn't even ready for a month from now!), but what if she didn't? Just the idea of their daughter not making it made Berk's insides clench and twist in discomfort. And to add onto that, Conway had him investigating a bloody Wizengamot member that--could definitely have ties to the death eaters. Berk wasn't dumb, he'd noticed the connection even further than Booth (not to say that Booth was dumb, but). It was also why he was keeping a watchful eye on Wilkes, and even the sister that worked in International Relations.
"Erhm--not really, to be honest," he said with a shrug, pushing into the back of the chair. "It's just a lot of stuff hitting at once, you know?"
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