Re: Frankie/Lyle - 9:30ish
The hug wasn't expected, but it wasn't unwelcomed either. In fact Lyle returned it, taking care not to crush wings or ribcage in the process. Frankie was little, and he didn't want to hurt her. As awful as the circumstances surrounding this had been, and as awful as it was to have his brother and goddamn James back together, he was glad to be here as well. This place was safe, and he had friends.
At the mention of Fisher's name, Lyle rolled his eyes, exaggerated. God, what a handful. What a mess. Though his memory did keep sparking every now and again, which he indicated to Frankie with a 'so-so' motion with one hand. There was plenty missing, but sometimes he'd blurt out random things that Lyle either agreed to or stared at him like he was mental.