[okay, that earns an actual shoulder pat. or like, shoulder-area pat, because Pratt and him are literally just flopped on the ground here.]

You'd be a great wolf, dude. Bet you would be the leader of the pack. Real alpha shit.

[he uses that previously-patting hand to grab Pratt's phone while Pratt laments its death.] Nah, don't apologize to me, man. Friday can probably replace it if it's busted, right? Or, like, there's gotta be a nerd around here who can put it back together...

[Sharky pushes the power button and... yep... there's the screen...]

Heyyyy, look, it's not broken at all! [waggles it in Pratt's face] You're all good, man! Everything's okay. [because the phone is the only problem, right??]