Lyle shook his head a bit. Sure he was exhausted, but it was nothing he hadn't done forever. Ever since his dad died he'd been working his ass off with survive. Living on his own, working a day job, while trying to open the bar was hectic. He'd go a lot of nights without any sleep at all back then. Though, back then failure meant being unhappy and maybe homeless. It wasn't that bad these days, but he was still terrified of failure.<br/><br/>"I'm fine. I got a full four hours of sleep and I'm loaded up on liquid energy." Lyle held up his cup of coffee with a small smile. "I'm okay. Just a few more nights at the bar and I'll take a day to rest at home." Bullshit. Lyle couldn't remember the last time he took a day off. He always said he was going to, but he never actually did.