Something in Harry wilts in the face of Flynn's sheer, disdainful authority. The sleazy expression pinches into a sadder grimace, and he splays his hands as though to placate a more powerful animal.

"I'm sorry. You're right, okay? It was a bad idea."

He glances nervously back towards the door, which probably does not help his image here.

"You were just a bystander. This was my fuckup."