To be completely honest, if it was any other day, in fact just like he’d done yesterday, he would have walked away and left the dishes on the table. But after all that, and with Lyra starting to pack up the table, Avery felt like he kind of had to join her and stack plates too.
His mother was sure put off by Lyra’s behaviour. Whatever she’d been hoping for her son’s girlfriend, she sure hadn’t got it, and she was looking determined to sort herself out. Avery felt sure she would be closer to her usual self tomorrow, once she’d had a chance to centre herself. “She’s thrown off by you,” he said with a shrug. “And she forgets what I’m like when I’m not here. I told you they’d be like this though.”