[He fully digs out his phone before he realizes he should... ask... permission??? It's probably visible from the way his face scrunches up that he's having trouble processing that idea. (He didn't even do this when he was magically contracted to secrecy! That's how unusual it is!)]

Is that... cool? I mean, like, obviously I'm gonna text him about it either way but I can like. Wait. [What a weird concept...] But I know gettin' laid ain't gonna make shit worse between you, that's for sure.