"Jack," Dov repeated, patting the dog on the head again. It did seem a little odd to him that someone would have such a big dog in an apartment like this, but he figured she must've had her reasons. Maybe he was a rescue, or had been someone else's before and she had to take him. Something like that. He didn't really care about that; there were more important things to worry about for the time being.
"Woah, woah, woah! Okay! I'm sorry, alright? Don't hafta tell me nothin' ya don't wanna, I'm just tryin' to figure all this out, y'know?" He rubbed his face with his palm, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. "I don't need to know every fuckin' detail, it's just that parts of your life are relevant to parts of mine, and uh, vice versa. We're both in the fuckin' dark, we should try and help each other out, ya know?" As if this whole thing wasn't stressful enough, Dov felt like if he wasn't careful he wasn't going to get anywhere with this.
He nodded as he listened to the story, starting to feel a little sick to his stomach about all of it. It was hard for him to believe that she'd just left. His mother was the one who was always there; he couldn't-- or maybe he just wouldn't-- depend on his father for anything. Why didn't she bring her first child with her when she left? Was there even a reason?
"Well- I don't exactly know everything. Like I said, they pretty much just lied to me my whole fuckin' life about this kinda stuff. But... huh. When'd she leave? 'Cause I mean... if we compare that to when I was born... That'll tell ya somethin', right?" Dov crossed his arms, frowning as he thought the math out in his head. "She'd have to been seein' my dad since at least October of '89."