Lyle had to smirk, too. Nico kinda was like Sophia. The only difference was, Nico hadn't had a stroke to make him act the way he did. He just did it. And then Lyle realized he knew waaaay too much about this show.
Reaching up, Lyle touched his own hair, inadvertantly brushing Nico's fingers. Was it soft? Girls had told him before that it was, but that didn't mean too much. Girls said all kinds of shit when they liked you. And then they threw it back at you and told a whole different story when they didn't like you anymore. Complicated creatures. But the compliment was appreciated all the same, and Lyle thanked Nico, then let his arm fall over his legs again. He didn't need to go anywhere right now. The brownies were too hot anyway.