"But we want a recent photo too," Lyra pointed out, sticking firmly to common ground as much as she wanted to insist to Rosario but they ARE something! "I wanna know what AG looks like old cuz, far as anyone knows, he and his dad and his dad are all young forever. A photo'd prove they're not."
Fuck— how goddamn weird would it be if a photo did exist, if Rosario was right all along? Lyra didn't like that thought. If the Goldenhawks were normal, it meant she and Avery were seeing things.
And even more fuck worthy, what if Rosario found proof of a rational explanation, what if Avery believed her, and stopped believing anything Lyra had told him? That though was scary, and unlikely as it was Lyra couldn't shake it. She couldn't help sending a quick worried look toward Avery; he was adamant, he was stubborn, but Rosario was relentless. Maybe this all had been a terrible idea. Lyra knitted her brows together, and did her best to drown her worries in her drink.