"Terrible, eh?" he asked with a tilt of his head. Harold had to admit that he honestly enjoyed their brotherly relationship. If there was a chance that he might need Paddy, there wasn't much time in between the question and his best friend standing by his side. Of course, his sisters would accomplish the same task, but it had been different, especially since they had been easily sensitive to everything that might have escaped through Harold's lips. He had a no verbal filter at times, noticing that he might say something offensive, but always in a joking sort of way. Paddy understood that, even through the times he might have a serious expression within in. On both, they knew the difference. "I suppose you know for a fact that I'm most likely the special case in the program?" As the question had been spoken, a shake of his head was clearly visable, and keeping his gaze on the man across from him. If that had been the case, Harold would have persued other occupations. What he did for a living was to honor his father, hoping each day that he would make him proud.
Nodding his head to Paddy's words, he couldn't help but smile. It had most likely been due to the fact that he had been exhausted at work already, even though it had been the end of a five day straight workload. Or it could have been because he simply couldn't shake the woman from his mind. Harold was a man of his word. If she thought it was best for them not to see each other at all, then he would have to respect that. It, however, didn't stop his mind from thinking about her every once in a while. He knew fully well that alcohol would make him forget for a while, which was exactly what he needed for a little while. "I do appreciate that you're thinking of me, even though you're an oaf-ish git," he added on, clearly hearing the approval of his deal and the not too serious insult. It was only fair to dish everything out in return, never taking it seriously. Maybe back within Hogwarts, he might have, but those days were in the past.
"Well, it seems that your little chat has given me ten minutes overtime," he said with his chin slightly up, lips pursed together. Harold knew how much his boss disliked giving away hours, even minutes, when his employees hadn't been requested to do such a thing or a situation had been occurring drastically within the wizarding world. "Which is always brilliant for me."
Making sure that he had clocked out during his short words, just in case his boss had decided to give him a bit of attention, Harold turned to face Paddy with arms across his chest. "Well, what are you waiting for? There's alcohol calling our names and pizza being made better for us then the Queen of England. Let's go!" he exclaimed with a grin.