"He was." He set his hand on one of his arms, tracing along the dragonfly he had there. "And props to your old man for that. My poor Ma had to do it for me. She's a saint for it. Many other things too."
He nodded. "Yeah. But like you said I want to be that domino you know. Or at least inspire someone else to be it. I figure when I'm old and grey and I can look back and be proud, I've done a good job. I don't want to regret anything, so I don't plan on it. Live life at it's fullest. Be kind of like my namesake. Without the kidnap and abandoning."
He tapped the lighter on the table a moment, watching Jamie before deciding on a risk. "so, and I won't take offense at a no here, but are you doing anything on the weekend?"