"Right. I don't tend to read any of them," Harry admitted with a little shrug. "It's too creepy reading about myself. Half the time they seem to know more about me than I do!" He grinned, accompanied by a roll of his eyes. "I'm just Reserves anyway, so really...I'm paid to sit on the bench and, they hope, sell tickets." His nose wrinkled at that; he wanted to play, damn it! He couldn't help but chuckle at Jack's description of his family, especially the 'pretzel making' bit. At least he was flexible?
"Er, can you?" Harry asked, sounding just vaguely worried as he looked down at his own casual manner of dress. He'd never paid a single thought, really, to fashion or the way he dressed. He wondered, curiously, if that said much about his own interests. "Mmm, I can't really see him with anyone. Besides, I think having a type is way overrated anyway. Either that, or I just haven't found mine."