"If we both survive, we need to talk when this is over. I don't know if that means immediately after. I don't know how I'm going to process all of this. Or if they'll even give me my inhibitors back."

At this point, Lyle was hugging him so much it could be categorized as 'holding' him and his expression as Lyle did it was equal parts conflicted and blissful.

What a glorious mess he was getting himself into.

He had to be crazy to - oh wait, he was. Now the question of the hour would be whether or not he could deal with it all when he wasn't leaking all around the edges, when he wasn't spilling himself out onto the floor and had the wherewithal to make proper choices about what to do and what to say.

The feelings were there, but how to deal with them...that was the eternal question.