“Sure,” Harrison said with a shrug. “I have a lot of experience with planning large events, you know. And I’ve made it clear to Katelynn that I’m happy to help her, even with the more girly side of things. If for example dress shopping makes you want to slit your own wrists.”
Jack shook his head, with a wry smile. “I don’t mind shopping, I’m just not very good at it. I have an eye for color and line when it comes to painting, but clothes? Not so much.” That, and he tended to think Katelynn looked lovely in anything, which made him a bad judge. “She might also appreciate some thoughts on how to fix her hair. She’s shown me some ideas, and they’re all nice, but she needs a more discerning eye to narrow it down.”
“I don’t know much about hair,” Harrison said bluntly, “being that I have none of it myself. But I always have plenty of opinions.” And he shrugged at the blue man across from him.
They certainly weren’t going to be BFFs any time soon. But Harrison had discovered a side of the blue artist that was certainly tolerable, if not a little bit enjoyable.
While they could have stayed and talked some more, Jack had a feeling it was better to end things now. He’d said what he had to say, and if he was reading Harrison right, he’d managed to improve the other man’s opinion of him, at least a little.
“And I’d be glad to hear more of them, but I probably shouldn’t keep you any longer,” he said, with a small smile. “We can talk some more when you come visit. Just let Katelynn and I know when a good time is, and we’ll be happy to have you."
Jack Maple 