Rosario's stomach twisted at your brother and the reminder of what Lyra and Avery both still insisted they'd seen from Archer's window that night. Maybe it made another kinda sense now, with— with whatever Lyra was going through, but it still hit a raw nerve, other people riffling through this new side of her family tree trying to prove they were freaks of nature when, somewhere deep in the pit of her soul, Rosario was afraid that's exactly what she was.
So even though she should've let it pass, she couldn't stop herself from saying, "Archer's just a guy, Lyra." She bit her lip hard, worry knitting her brows. "I don't think you're just screwing around, okay. I believe something real fucked up happened. That's why I'm saying talk to a therapist, it's what they're for, right?"