Michael was grateful when the waitress brought new drinks. He finished off half of his almost without thinking about it. "Thanks," he said. Not that he couldn't afford his own drinks, but hey, he wasn't going to complain about having Roger pay for them.
He shrugged. "She said I could help out as much as I want. But I don't even know what I want. She wants me to come with her to a doctor's appointment, so I'll do that, but..." He sighed, pressing his hands against the table to tip his chair back slightly. "I don't think I'm cut out to be a dad. But kids need dads, right? And there's no one else to do that. At least I don't think so." He frowned. "I guess there might be, but she didn't mention it. I don't really know her that well, not at all."