Lyle wanted desperately to sneer that of course Edgar had a name, he just didn’t want to go tossing out information willy nilly without knowing if Justin could help. Clenching his jaw, bones clicking with the effort. Lyle relaxed almost immediately, poker face intact. “Edgar Janos Michellson” Lyle repeated the name Alaizabel had given a few nights prior. Tapping his fingers against the denim covering his knee. Lyle was hopeful, maybe Justin really could pull this off. Maybe Alaizabel would have the dream wedding they were too drunk for the first time around.
It was the first time he’d smiled since he’d entered to station, a wide grin cracking across his face. “Seriously? You’ve got no clue how great that would be, how grateful she and I would be,” Expressing gratitude and thanks was not common for Lyle, and yet here he was expressing it over a person saying that they would give looking for his father in law a shot. Lyle just hoped that Alaizabel wouldn’t have an experience similar to Evan’s.
Justin nodded his head as he quickly wrote down the name, mouthing it to himself as he scribbled it down on his notepad. “D’you guys have any hints at all where he’d go?” He asked as he wrote down a few key points that he’d start every search off with, mental questions to ask himself later down the road. If there was anything Justin could do for the ceremony, he wanted to do this. He’d never been good at gifts, especially not when he barely knew the man Alaizabel married.
As Lyle spoke, Justin was shocked. He figured Lyle hated him for sure, he wasn’t expecting that kind of attitude, even though he knew he was only there for Alaizabel. Justin let a half smile form on the corner of his mouth, “yeah. I’ll do what I can, and get a few hands in on it as well.” As Justin looked back down at his paper, a thought pondered into his mind, “Lai doesn’t know about this, right?” He glanced back up at Lyle, setting his pen down by the notepad. “If we hear anything, you should be the one I call, correct?”