Roger grinned and poked Harry in the side. "Of course we are, we're friends! What are friends if not the guardians of skeletons in each other's closets eh," he asked judiciously, a grin still playing across his face. "People can talk all they want," he replied, he smile dropping from his face to be replaced by a more serious expression. "I don't give a toss about what people think except for my family and friends," he said seriously, trying to convey to Harry that yes, he was one of Roger's friends.
He chuckled slightly at the way Harry grew red at the mention of calling Roger daddy. "It's okay Harry, I'd find you calling me daddy extremely weird as well," he admitted blithely. He tilted his head and considered his friend for a long moment before also considering all the people around them. "Fair enough, I won't pry," he promised, just in time for the game to begin. "There's our boy," he said with a smile as Oliver launched himself into the air.