Harry figures it out in the middle of IKEA.
He freezes in the directory arrow and almost drops the plates he’s carrying and Perry would give him such shit for that,
and jesus it’s probably a sign that his mind immediately goes to that being the first negative outcome. The noises of domestic hypothetical contemplations blurs out and Harry just goes blank.
People behind him funnel around because IKEA is survival mode and they won’t be bothered by someone having a small panic attack if they can just go around them.
Harry’s pretty sure he might’ve stayed in that spot for a few hours if Perry didn’t somehow immediately sense what was happening and spin around exasperated as ever.
“Get confused by the arrows, Chief?” Perry says, and saunters (he always fucking saunters) to him staring past him at the other six billion plates lining the wall. “You follow them. Remember?”
Harry tries to say something back, because really this is Perry’s fault he doesn't need to be an asshole about it, but he’s choking on words and air and ideas and can only stare.
Perry eventually gets weirded out and looks at him.
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