Ingrid was a complicated sort. Nico was right, the way she acted was very much an act. Though she did have a sense of entitlement to her, at least when it came to Lyle. But it was partly expected.
"Okay." That was a relief, at least. It wouldn't have been pretty to have to kick Ingrid out, but Lyle would have done it. He needed Nico around for his sanity. Squeezing Nico's hands, Lyle tugged him along as he walked backward, hopping himself up onto the counter and pulling Nico close to him. "She was really pissed that I'm talking to you and not to her. And I guess maybe I should, but..." He shrugged, sighing. "Don't want to. Like, at all. She just doesn't get it. Nobody really gets it. And if I start talking then I have to start explaining, and...." Groaning a little, Lyle leaned forward, his forehead resting on Nico's shoulder. "Augh, the entire prospect is exhausting."