:Who: Aaron and Lynn Echolls. Where: Balboa County Prison. When: Tuesday afternoon. What: A chat, that might actually be civil. Keep Logan outta this one, Monti. ;)
It was a surprise when they asked if he'd be willing to see her. And Aaron had given it some real thought before agreeing to it. Didn't want Logan to go apeshit on him but didn't want an opportunity to make amends with his wife before his death to fly away. Even if she was only here to serve him, Aaron figured they might get some closure if he signed without a fight, or a threat. The regrets of his choices over the past. . Goddamn if Logan was 26 here it was 21 years. That made him frown, scratch his shoulder as he walked with the guard into the visitation room. He'd wasted most of his time with his son being that way.
Walking in he looked at her, and she looked so happy. Nervous, unsure, but happy. Glowing. A lot like she had when Logan had been born. That made him frown a little more but he quickly brushed it off and sat on the stool across from her at the metal table, let them cuff him to it and managed a gentle smile. "Lynn. You look. . .beautiful."