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[Lyle is sitting behind Parker's antique desk, and he's got his feet on top of it. At his elbow is a bottle of her best scotch, and it's missing a bit, which has probably been poured into the glass. On his left hand, he's wearing a glove, and he's got several files in his lap.]

So this is where my big sis popped off too. I wondered where she'd gone. [No you didn't, Lyle, shut up.]

Funny how priorities can shift.

I'm Mr. Lyle, and I'm going to be taking care of you for a while.

But not cooking. Let the staff do that.

Erik, I feel like we should talk.

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[wecanavenge]

[Erik ignored the hand; he would have snarled at Tim to get away from him, but he was still trying to control the twitches jerking his nerves about. Standing was a slow, difficult process, but his glower never left Lyle.]

We won't be speaking again, [he said, and that really meant that he wasn't going to zero, that Lyle wasn't in control of him - really, that no one was, because Erik could not accept that again - and that Lyle should probably sleep with the door locked and barred, because Erik doesn't deal with anger very well.]