Lyra pulled in a breath, a deep one she hoped might settle her stomach, but his profession of love turned it into a small sob on the exhale. She needed to hear that, way more than she'd realised she'd needed it, and she curled toward him, too exhausted to cry— though she was suddenly feeling like she needed to do that too. Her shoulders shook a little, as her fingers weakly grasped the lapels of his blazer and held on. "Love you too," she croaked, trying to hide her face against him, well aware she was making this whole 'seeing you like this is weird' thing weirder but she couldn't help it. "Love you too— 'nd I'm sorry too— ending up here, m'sorry, Aves, I know it's shitty."