"Thanks," Harry said dryly, not appreciating being compared to those previous dinner companions, even if he came out favorably in that comparison. But he didn't want to find a new place to sit, and Flint was unlikely to require much conversation. Besides, he knew that Roger actually considered Flint a friend these days, as did Oliver, so they must see something in him that Harry himself didn't.
But despite his best efforts to ignore Flint, Harry had never done well with uncomfortable silences. "Sorry 'bout the game," he said after the waitress had come and gone for his order. "Caught bits of it here and there. Rough one."