Roger closed his eyes for a moment, and sighed. "I seem to have as hitherto undiscovered magical ability to be getting out of the shower whenever someone knocks on my door, sorry about that old boy."
He walked in and threw on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, before walking out and chuckling at Harry looking around the flat with wide eyes. "My grandparents decided to start trying to buy my affection back, so I have a flat and a car."
He smiled and gently pushed Harry down on the sofa, and walked into the kitchen. "I love company, stops me from focusing on how itchy my ribs are." He opened the fridge and grabbed himself a bottle of beer. "Can I get you a drink?"