Jack nodded at Oliver's invite for a friendly ear and a stiff drink, and then again at his question. He wondered if the whole staff knew that Filius had taken him so wonderful under his wing. Probably, personal histories didn't last as secrets in Hogwarts.
Leaning in an putting an arm around his colleague, he said, "I think I'll take you up on both of those if you don't mind," his chest felt lighter all ready, and Wood's reaching out meant more to Jack than he might have thought it would only moments before. "I've got a very old bottle of muggle whiskey in my quarters if you can tear yourself from the crowds?"