They did, but she's not releasing him yet. Lydia is shaking her head, still holding him tight in a hug. "You're not. Not to me. You're Ira, no one else." Firm and determined and emphatic on it. Then she moved, letting him go but keeping her gaze on his.

"You're my friend, Ira. I don't know who you were supposed to be a copy of, but you're not them now." A hint of smile. "You're you--and that's enough for me." Arms crossed, and she is clearly stubborn and ready to argue if he decides to.