Harmony, in comparison, had been chatting, mindlessly, almost all day. He liked being out and about without the fear of being mugged and his mother's worry over his shoulder but the weight of the break up was hanging over his head more than ever with this new contact between them. Add that and his natural non-ADHD ADHD and the fact that he was out and about with the boy he suspected Terry was now shagging and his hyperactivity had been pretty much off the wall.
Ice cream was probably the last thing he needed.
"YAY! ICE CREAM!" he squealed, sending a nearby shop with owls hanging from cages in it into a shrieking frenzy.