It was never completely dark in the apartment, the glow from the display of the microwave faintly outlined the bench, the curtains weren't quite pulled and there was a faint glow from outside, but still - it was darker than it had been outside on the streets, and after the bright light of the lift Lyra's night vision was ruined.
"Avery! Shh!!" She whispered at him as he swore, and then promptly crashed into the coffee table and said the exact same thing herself.
There was a click of a light switch from Jocelyn's room and a creak of movement, and Lyra scurried to pull Avery to safety around the coffee table and push him into the darkness of her room before her grandmother opened her door.
"Just me!" Lyra whispered across the living room/kitchen, pulling her own bedroom door mostly closed around her so Jocelyn had no chance of seeing Avery.
"It's very late, Lyra," Jocelyn murmured, so sleepily Lyra just hoped she'd be back asleep the second she hit the pillow.
"I know! So late! So tired! Goodnight!" Lyra blew her grandmother a kiss and closed her door firmly, like the firmness would help block out any sound, and turned back to Avery in the dark, giggling (quietly!) into his neck.