Lyle looked around the bar for anything he'd need help with. He was glad that Dante dropped it. Talking about his feelings was something he was garbage at and he was too tired to deal with it. He was just glad that that guy was never coming back.<br/><br/>"Yeah, could you just tell the last of the customers that it's time to close. Use that pretty voice of yours for me." Lyle smiled at him and pat his shoulder. "And thanks for checking on me, honey."<br/><br/>He walked into the back and laid on the couch, covering his eyes with his arm. Looked like he's be sleeping at work again. His back was already hurting from the couch, but his pace was just too far. Mira was the first to leave since the boys wanted her to head home before it got any later. Not that sh cared, but they wanted her safe. Then Dean left after the heavy lifting and Joe was the final one there wiping off the bar.<br/><br/>He looked up at Dante before he found leave.  "Hey, Dante. We usually take turns. You wanna throw a blanket on Lyle? He's has a habit of sleeping at the bar a lot. Workaholic." He shrugged. He obviously didn't approve, but stopping Lyle from doing something was about as rewarding as trying to stop a hurricane.