In fact, Lyle had thought about Nico and Grid together, in the 'yeeah that would never happen in a billion years' kind of way. He wasn't worried about it, but it was nice of Nico to erase any hint of worry from the table. "Thanks," Lyle said, with a light laugh. "But I'm really not concerned. I mean... even if by some miracle you might actually consider her somewhat attractive, you're really not her type." Ingrid liked guys who were pushovers, guys that made her feel wanted, guys who would work hard to please her. Nico was definitely not that guy.
"Strangely, though, you're exactly my type." Lyle shrugged a little, almost sheepish at the admission. "I mean you know... if you were a girl. Hell, if you were a girl I'm pretty sure I'd be half in love with you by now. I like simple girls, you know, the cheerleader types, the ones with self esteem issues and who wear lipstick and push-up bras. I like 'em. But damaged girls, the ones with real issues..." He trailed off, shaking his head a little. "I fall for 'em every time. Hard, too. It's pretty pathetic actually."