"It's not about him," he replied, taking his drink back. "It's about me. I want to experience it. I want to know my son. I want to live my future. I can't leave here without leaving Jules and I can't stay without losing something precious to me."
He took a long drink and was quiet for a while, his thoughts swirling as he swirled the amber liquid. "I want to be there to tell him he can stay up late," he muttered, the alcohol finally kicking in.
He knocked back another swig and let out a slow sigh. "I want my life back," he muttered, running a hand through his hair, feeling tired and more vulnerable than he ever cared to admit.