Lyle turned his head away from the pillow to look at Dante. He was so sweet, but he shook his head no. Dante was good at taking care of himself and he didn't want to damage that by making the singer run around town. God, for bit he got sick. He refused to be a reason Dante couldn't sing. Absolutely refused.<br/><br/>"No, its not your fault, honey. I'm just going to go to a few places today. You can come with me if you want though. It is for your band. I'm picking up the alcohol after. You don't have to be around for that though since it a bit risky." He sat up ant stretched his arms. He did at least sleep better than he had in a long time