Lyle was so relieved. He hadn't done anything that seemed to upset Dante' but what he really just holding his hand and staring? How embarrassing. At least Dante didn't think it was creepy. Actually, he seemed amused and happy about it. How was he staring? Blank? Crossed? Loving? He really hoped it wasn't anything weird. He promised himself like he did every time that he'd never drink that much again. We'll see how well that sticks in a month.<br/><br/>"That smells so good." Lyle walked over and set a mug down next to Dante. He hugged him from behind and rested his head in the crook of his neck. He couldn't help wanting to be close to him. Maybe he was a bit more clingy that he wanted to admit and being drunk just loosened the gears.