“Jeez, I’m sorry. That sucks.” Avery gave Lyra a sympathetic look. He knew what it was like to deal with rent increases too, and it wasn’t easy living off a journalist’s wage, but he’d chosen to live that life. Lyra had never had a choice. “I’m sorry my dad is a dickhead. All he cares about is making the most money so he can get reelected. And if that means importing more GOP voters into his district…” He set his plates down and leaned over Lyra, taking her hands. “We don’t have to talk about them. We could… not talk?” With a little grin he leaned in to kiss Lyra, his fingers curling around hers.