"Yeah, I'll give you my mobile number and you can call me if you need to. I will be there if you need me. Or I can be there if you just want me there," Jack said easily, making himself a mental reminder (not that they helped often, but he liked to think they did) to write his number down somewhere. "I've got a house phone, but I don't use it really. It's the number I give to my doctor to call. Which is my brother, and he leaves horribly annoying messages for me to call him back," Jack waved the idea off like it were a pesky bug.
He raised his eyebrows at Harry, "Pink? Please dear lord never wear it again. I will take you shopping and we'll get you some nice clothes to wear to galas and such." Was this making plans for more 'dates'? Yes, Jack quite thought it was. And it was nice. "We will go over the rules of not matching things and then we will get you some not-pink trousers to wear tight on your bum."