Lyle groaned, flushing the contents and groaned. He sat up and leaned on Dante for comfort. He'd gotten out of bed, no doubt with a hangover just to comfort his also badly hungover... Boyfriend? He still had to make that official.<br/><br/>"In my professional opinion.. Alcohol is the devil." Lyle mumbled softly and rubbed his eyes, trying to shake his headache. Looking at Dante he knew he must've made a total fool of himself yet here he was. Lyle could get used to being so cared for. He felt special. "I can make some coffee if you'd like. I think Ill be able to stand in a few minutes.."