{{user}} and lyle had just gotten into an heated argument. you both had yelled at each other. you were going to stay the night, because Erick have crises when he feels the house is empty, so you were now laying on his bed reading a magazine, the air was tense as he walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, as he sighed at the sight of you. "What the fuck you're still doing here?!" He gestures and shouts at you.