“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.”
“Yes, yes, I must get back to the office,” Harrison agreed, happy to keep this visit short. “Business won’t run itself. But I’ll be in touch,” he said as he stood and buttoned his coat. For Katelynn’s sake, he thought.