Hanging out with Ingrid had been nice. A lot nicer than Lyle had really thought it would be. It had felt like when they'd been dating, when she'd sit there next to him with her legs crossed and he'd lay on the bed beside her and watch as she went on and on about whatever it was that she needed to talk about (usually bands back then) and every so often she'd look down, like she finally remembered he was there, and smile and ask him something. And this time around, Lyle usually just shrugged or nodded or wrote down whatever his answer was, and Grid would give him the 'Why don't you just say it' face before she'd kiss his nose or something, and keep talking. And eventually they'd ended up laying together like spoons and watching a movie and it had just been... nice. The past day had just been so nice, it almost felt unreal.
When Nico came in, looking excited and eager and busy like a five year old on his first day or school, Lyle watched him flit about for awhile with a look of amusement on his face. He even shared a glance with Ingrid, like he couldn't really contain how fond of this little weirdo he was. But eventually it came to a point where he realized that, since he was the date Nico was getting ready for, he really should get himself ready too. So Lyle shaved, applied all the necessary scented items a man requires, found himself a clean shirt and put on a pair of boots to battle the snow. His hair didn't require much effort because there wasn't much he could do for it anyway.
Ready to go, Lyle was playing on his Xbox when Nico finally emerged, looking very nice. Except for the shoes. Those damn canvas shoes that were gonna give him frostbite in this weather. It was obvious that Nico had known grown up in the northeast. Shutting off the game, Lyle got to his feet, looked down at Nico's footwear, frowned, then looked back up at him. And shook his head.