Percy looked at Harry out of the corner of his eyes, considering the words Harry had spoken. Could he actually be insinuating that he had empathy for Percy's situation? He'd become so used to defending himself that it felt strange and yet relieved. They were coming up quickly to Harry's floor, so if Percy was going to say anything, it would have to be just as quick.
"Meet me after work at the cafeteria," he muttered, just before the doors of the elevator flew open.