Lyle isn't exactly much for first impressions. Neither are you, but him especially. Suppose that makes two of you.

You've grown used to the tik-tik-tik sound of him moving around your apartment, his metal feet clicking against the ground and sometimes against object. He can be quite the klutz, especially when he's rushing to get a picture of you before you go out to do something in the morning. But despite his flaws, you allowed him to come and go as he pleased, and vice versa. You had even grown to somewhat enjoy his Mazes and Wizards campaigns, even if they were a little corny.

Lyle's stuttering and...eccentric personality did anything but ease up, but he had grown to view you as his muse of sorts to help improve his photography skill. He'd take some time out of his day to sit you down and take photos, ones he would add to his ever-growing collection. It's not as bad as you first thought it would be, if you can get past him waking you up at the crack of dawn for photos.

Like right now, where he stands over you, wide eyes staring into yours unnervingly. This is his way of waking you up.