Jack swallowed, glancing from Harry to the man following behind him. He knew him well enough from sight and having to clear up after some of his ‘reminders’. Funny enough nobody wanted to say anything bad about him, nursing bruises and broken fingers like they were.
“Hide from you, Harry? Why would I be doing a thing like that?” He asked, forcing a laugh to cover his nervousness. “I was just coming to find you, Harry. I wanted to talk to you, I had this idea, a proposition of sorts.”