Okay. First of all? I'm in the middle of trying to stab a cat in the face, so can you keep the sanctomonious bullshit to a minimum? I know what I did, I feel like shit about it. I will deal with it when she's cooled down enough that she won't throw a tire iron at my head, which is somewhere between now and six hours from now, because I can't stand this. I need her right now and, like it or not, Daddy 2.0? She needs me. I'm the only person who can help her right now. It's my problem. And unlike the statistics about kids with deadbeat dads becoming deadbeat dads, I look out for my family.

So go clean your shotgun and blow me.

[There's a pause] And for the record? I didn't risk her life. We made a choice. It didn't pan out. So don't friggin' villainize me. I'd never put her in harm's way if I could help it.