Dante smiled and scooted over to the edge of the bed where Lyle was sat worrying about his schedule. Dante didn't know how one person could worry so much. The economy was booming right now and life was like an endless party it seemed, minus the police regulating alcohol sales. While everyone else was having the time of their lives it seemed like Lyle was working himself to the bone. He leaned his head on Lyle's shoulder and looked at the list in his hand. Then he looked up at him.<br/><br/>"Hey, it's my fault you slept in. Today I'll help you out with getting everything done. How does that sound?"