Giving Nico a small nod as he exhaled, Lyle placed down his joint, taking a step toward the other man. "Actually, you're the reason for it," he said with a small smile. "I was thinking this morning... well, you know, earlier this morning. I was thinking about you, and me, and Ingrid, and how things have been kind of... tense, let's say. And I thought about whether or not you'd move out on me because you hated living here like this." Standing before the other man, Lyle reached out for Nico's hand, lifting it up and placing it palm to palm aganist his own. "And then I thought... I didn't really want you to leave, because living with you is relaxing, and calming. You just make shit easier to deal with. You make me..." Chewing his inner lip, Lyle debated over the right words, taking Nico's other hand and mirroring their mates, his blue eyes watching them carefully. "I guess making me feel okay enough to talk. Like the world wasn't gonna end if I spoke. Like... I dunno. Kinda normal, I guess. You didn't expect me to, or demand me to, or even act like it was a personal slight against you that I wouldn't. You just... accepted it. Worked around it, didn't question it. And that's more than anyone else has done. So, if you weren't happy, and you wanted Ingrid to go, then... then she'd go." Blue eyes finally looked up, meeting Nico's gaze. "I'd rather have you here than her."