One of the problems with living with people was there was nowhere to go that was just hers. This wasn't normally even a thing; Lyra liked being round people, 'specially Avery, but today Lyra was most definitely not feeling normal, this space felt very much his right this second and she missed her old room so bad.
But... the really cautious way he said her name, she couldn't be mad 'bout that. Jocelyn tended to be a bit firmer come on, climb outta that sulk Lyra could imagine her insisting. Things to do. Maybe she woulda hauled Lyra up and put something in her hands like a teatowel and talked it out after scrubbing a few dishes. Avery definitely wasn't gonna do that. She had no idea what he was gonna do, or what she wanted him to do, or anything, but once he was in here she found she didn't want him to leave.
Lyra scrubbed the back of her hand over her mouth and nose, and sniffed sharply. "Hey," she said in return, and glanced up, but not at him. Her eyes fell on the note she'd written, pinned up near his computer, and with a short exhale of breath as sharp as her sniff she stood up and ripped it off the wall, crumbling it tight into a ball. "Guess don't need that anymore," she said bitterly, throwing it into the nearly overflowing bin with a jerk of her arm, then sat back down with her hands pinned under her armpits.