Screwing up his forehead in puzzlement, Avery glanced up at Armaan. "Henry? Isn't he like... I'm pretty sure he has shit going on." Reaching out to friends had never been the first thing to come to Avery's mind. Mostly because he didn't have many friends. And neither of them had just believed in what Avery had talked about, not like Lyra had. Until the other day, anyway.
"You don't get it. This guys, he- I mean, I've been researching him for months. Like, a long, long time. And I finally get a breakthrough, and it's like- it's all-" He mimed a lackluster ejaculation with one hand.