Vaughn caught Lyle’s arm and turned Lyle to face him, and it seemed to Lyle as though he would have never been able to break Hannah’s gaze without it.
“All right,” Vaughn sighed. “I’ve spent most of the night figuring out how to say this, and while I would have rather had the conversation in private,” he glared pointedly at each of them as he said this, “that’s obviously not how anyone else wants this to happen. Son…” Vaughn shook his head and if Lyle had been asked to identify the emotion on his face, Lyle would have sworn, as inappropriate and out of context as it would be, that emotion was amusement. “You’re still a bit of an idiot.”
Lyle frowned. “Wait…okay, yeah sure, I made some mistakes but—”