Maybe. I left him, we had our own paths, and I keep thinking that if I could go back, I'd do so much differently. But hell, it's not like I'd have known. So maybe my memory can be there for him, maybe a part of me can guide him. [He shrugs.] Something like that.

[He's getting sleepy, and it's obvious. Eyes closed a little, too much rum and late nights catching up to him.] He was pretty weak back then. A cry-baby and fussy, and really cute. I shoulda been nicer to him early on, but I didn't know how to.