"He's not just a guy!" Lyra pulled her arm back so she could gesture emphatically with both hands, like she could throw the truth at Rosario. "And something real fucked did happen, I told you what happened. A therapist ain't gonna be able to explain it any better than— than Johnny and Elaine did, and they ain't gonna believe me the way Avery does."
Her voice got a little softer when she mentioned Avery, like her heart had only just remembered that she had that belief to wrap around her tight, like snagging a blanket off the back of the couch. It fortified her, just a bit. It wasn't enough; Avery was never gonna be enough when it was Rosario that she needed, but it was something, and Lyra wasn't gonna let that go.