“No, I know what you mean.” “She’s my little girl. You’ll understand what that means one day, if you two ever have kids. If you have a daughter.” He keeps talking as we make our way down the block toward the hotel. “I wish she’d just let me explain things.” “She will. Eventually.” He gives a wry laugh. “That’s not very encouraging.” “If you want your own personal cheerleader, I ain’t your man.” “I figured.” “I will talk to her again on your behalf, though. I don’t think anything good comes out of you two not talking—”
