At least he was the type to laugh off awkward situations, a coping mechanism that Lyra could – and did – fully get behind, laughing along with him even though she was sure her face was bright pink behind the freckles. "Umm yeah it is! Sorry, I'm Lyra, hi, I've heard you exist, and here you are, existing! The legends are true!" Feeling a tiny bit less like her legs weren't just going to give out, she slid in front of Avery so his erection wasn't going to be, like, pointing right at his housemate, and she pulled his arms around her waist, crossing her own over his as she rambled.
Okay, so her closeness wasn't gonna help him lose his boner or anything, but her body was insisting there be closeness, and if she couldn't wrap her legs around him she could at least encourage his arms wrapping round her. All perfectly innocent and friendly and fully dressed and not utterly distracted by desire at all.