When others stepped up, Lydia stepped back to give Ira some space again. He wasn't much of a hugger--she knew. But it had been her first impulse and instinct, and she was grateful for his friendship. He needed to know that, and a hug had been the best way for her to show it.

"Cool is in the eye of the beholder, Ira." She added on the tail end of the blonde girl's comment, shy smile on her face. Hands moving behind her back, and honestly happy for him.