It took Harry a moment to find his voice, he hadn't been prepared for a nearly naked Roger. At least it had driven all thoughts of the funeral out of his head. "Uh, I didn't interrupt anything did I?" He hoped not, and had to bite his tongue to keep from blurting out that Roger could stay in the towel if he wanted. Friends, Harry, just friends.
But Roger just waved his hand at the living area, and disappeared to put on pants. Harry looked around the flat with interest, but hadn't quite made himself at home by the time Roger got back.
"Hope you don't mind the company. I have a couple days off, and didn't want to stay home. I don't know if I'll be good company, but I thought you might like some anyway."