Lyle took his hand and got up before going to Dante's kitchen. He managed to find everything okay and began to to made a nice slow strong brew. Even hung over his hands were careful and elegant. He kept peeking over at Dante with a sweet expression. He wanted to cuddle into him and kiss him and feel him, but he was a bit worried since he knew he must have been clingy last night. Maybe Dante wanted space?<br/><br/>"Dante?" Lyle spoke softly. "Did I do anything especially bad last night? I'm sorry if I did." He blushed a bit knowing from stories that he could get carried away.