Lyra bit her bottom lip tight between her teeth, trying to work out what to say. Like, fuck her came to mind (strongly) but also... Lyra's own high school councilor had spent the better part of a year gently (but persistently) reminding her that ignoring her mom's apology calls was gonna be better for her mental health in the long run than answering them, but... well.
"Yo," she said, leaning forward to grab his chair and tug it closer over the carpet, so he was near enough she could lay her hands just above his knees. "I woulda picked up too. Couldn't leave a big question mark hangin' in the air like that, course I woulda. It's been a year, even if I knew it was gonna be a shitshow. Was it a shitshow? Do you wanna block her?"