It's fine. I've kept one of his notebooks. This should go to someone else.

[He might have felt bad about not offering a peek at that, but it was all matters from home. Not to mention, there was one tidbit he was certain Target would not be happy to see.

Her comment elicited a sigh.] You and me both.

[His fingers tightened around his teacup. Once more the subject of what to do now flitted across his mind, and he sipped his tea to buy time to contemplate the options. It wasn't like with Krile, whom he felt comfortable hugging while they both worked through the grief. Here there was an invisible wall of 'dealing with it' and Lyle wondered if it was best to stay for a bit or leave so she could let it tumble down if she needed. He had caught the look she gave the note--Lyle doubted it was anything that could be read with company around.

That decided it, really. Setting the teacup down he rose to his feet, but didn't walk forward. Instead, he rested one hand on her shoulder.]

If there's anything else--[Well, he didn't know what to offer, but he was sure she could fill in the blanks if need be.]