When Lyle pouted, which was rare, he looked just like his chubby teenaged self. And right now he was sure as hell pouting. Of course Nico was right. Lyle did try to please people too much, and he often overlooked himself. And he knew it, too.
"Well... I... I've got... well I got you, didn't I? You were something I wanted and I got it. So there." He stuck out his tongue, hooking his ankles behind Nico's legs and pulling him closer. "Aaaaannnd...... um... I wanted cookies this morning, so I baked them. See? I get lots of things I want."