IDK but if you have this prodigal son like AG why wouldn't you boast about him to all your friends? That's kinda heartbreaking!! Poor AG, wtf
Lyra knew she was right on the verge of having too much to drink, because the thought was summoning tears to prick at her eyes. Why have kids? Why have kids if you're not going to think the world of them? Why have kids if they're just going to be a burden on you and shackle you to a domestic life you don't really want and make you run off to Mexico the first chance you're given? (Or Dubai? Wherever!)
"What's up?" Archer's voice pulled her attention back and she realised she'd been soothingly stroking his hair from where she was perched on the arm of the plushy, clubroom couch. He gave her a pretty smile. "My hair's that upsetting?"
Lyra laughed away the brimming tears, hoping no one else had noticed (everyone else had had as many cocktails as she had, surely. "Lost in thought," she grinned, making fun of herself. "Unfamiliar territory! 'Scuse," she slipped off the chair, pointing her thumb toward the bathrooms, vaguely away that 'getting distracted by your own shit' was another reason she was never going to make a great spy, but mostly she didn't care, she just wanted to have a sit down in a quiet bathroom (with golden taps and marble sinks) and text her bestie.
He one million percent does not deserve you. omg I love you so much