Dante was good at take ng care of himself. Lyle wondered what it might be like to not worry about fitting everything into one day. It was like time was always working against him. He relaxed into the bad and pulled the blanket up to his chin before closing his eyes.<br/><br/>"G'night, honey. Sweet dreams." Lyle said with a content sigh and fell off into a gentle sleep. He looked a good few years younger.<br/><br/>Of course Lyle couldn't just sleep though. At about the same time as yesterday, five o'clock That nightmare came to haunt him once again. Him and his ex fighting in his apartment. Then his ex, Ashton, just going berserk. The pain wasn't felt by his body, but it still jolted him awake with gasp, sitting up quickly. He was sweating and breathing a little hard. He looked around taking a moment to remember where he was. Dante's. He was safe at Dante's. He ran a couple of shaky hands through his hair and took a deep breath. He couldn't wait to get a couple drinks in him tonight.