Harry jumping to the worst possible scenario was so familiar that it sent a little pang through Al. He hadn't really thought much about how his father, his actual father, was dead. They may not have gotten along but that didn't mean that Al didn't still love him. He did, and he suddenly felt his absence very clearly. No matter what happened with this version of Harry the chance for Al to finally get his actual father's approval was dead and gone and never coming back.
"It's, uh, nothing's, nothing's wrong." He walked over to the desk and tried to smile in a way that didn't make him look constipated. "I, um, I just thought that, that maybe we, we could, talk. Just, just us. And, um, walk, walk to lunch, um together. If you wanted."