"Uh, sorry. Didn't see you here," Harry said, ignoring the sarcasm. It was hardly his fault that Marcus bloody Flint blended so easily into the shadows of the booth. Anyone could have missed him. He ignored the way his face went hot, refusing to be embarrassed by the mistake.
The problem was in the time he'd been sitting here, the last free table had been snatched up. He could always sit at the bar, but he wasn't in the mood for conversation. But it would be better than sitting here with Flint, even if Flint was rather harmless these days. He knew Oliver and Roger were both friends with him now, and though he didn't necessarily understand or approve, it wasn't really his business. That didn't mean he couldn't feel things out for himself.
"Look, everywhere else is full up. Mind if we share?"