Nico scowled, but he had called it. He couldn't be too angry about it. But he hated the unknown, hated that anxious knot that always formed in the pit of his stomach when he didn't know what was going to happen. So much of his life had been spent in uncertainty that he was just... so done with that. But at least Lyle was more reliable than a drug addled prostitute. He could trust him. Probably.
The music pulled him from his thoughts but not nearly as much as the casual way in which Lyle took his hand. He glanced over at him then quickly looked away, saying nothing and leaving their hands as they were. Of course he wasn't going to talk the entire way there, but that didn't mean he would be silent for the whole trip, only most of it. He'd spend a good ten to fifteen minutes saying nothing at all before he finally decided to speak again.
"You were right about me," Maybe he was choosing now to say these things because Lyle was driving and would therefore not be able to actually respond to what he said. It was easier that way. "When you spoke before about the type of people that your mother worked with, that you were around when you were younger, and how I could be one of them. I was eleven the first time that Holly..." He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "That's why I don't like being touched. Because of.. that, of her."
Nico inhaled a breath and exhaled slowly before he glanced over at Lyle. "This isn't so bad though." He gave his hand a slight squeeze to indicate what he was referring to. He looked forward out the window once more before he added, "I think I may trust you."