George grimaced at the sight of the burnt bacon, but ate it anyway. It'd either make him feel better, or make him puke, which would ultimately make him feel better, so what the hell.
Instead of saying anything at first, George pulled out the photo the solicitor had given him and handed it to Alicia. "That's Natalie," he started, fiddling with his hands after she had taken the photo. "Um, she's six," he continued. "Seven in July..." How did he just throw in that he was her dad? "I knocked her mum up seven years ago, but now she's dead, so, yeah."