"I'll be right back!" Lyle went out to the hall way and pulled down the ladder leading to the attic. He was surprised that it was so easy to go up with Sam there. It was full of all of his father's things that were to hard too look at and usually filled him with a dark loneliness, but Sam was there. There was no room for being lonely when he was filled with so much love. Instead he found the items full of fond memories of the past and he didn't hurt so bad. Sam was so incredible that he could even make this okay. He found the old guitar stand and the old guitar of his fathers. He was an awful singer. So bad, but played some beautiful guitar.... that he then ruined with his voice. He was happy though. He loved to sing even if he was god awful.<br/><br/>Lyle made his way back down and back the the bedroom where Dante was. He set up his guitar in a different corner where it could be seen better. It was important to Dante and should be given a place of honor. He crawls into bed next to him and kissed his cheek, nuzzled his neck and hugged his side. He was in a good mood and nothing could ruin it. He had Dante. "Hey, if you know how to play Spanish guitar then would you like my dad's? Its just been sitting in dark places for years. Things like that are better played, right?"