Re: quicklog, hotel: graham & jake
[A sort of resignation settled over Graham's features, like he was just realizing that he might never be able to get through to his boy. Jake might always hate him. Might never forgive him. It hurt, but he was explaining best he could and all he could do now was try to make up for lost time, try real hard, whether his son let him or not.] Trying might've gotten you killed. Couldn't bear to risk that. [Was wanting his son to grow up alive and safe so damn selfish? Should he have taken the risk instead? Maybe. Maybe not. Too late now, either way. Nobody could turn back the clock even with a thousand wishes.
The question almost made him wince. Almost, but he caught himself and stepped real careful as he thought of an answer.] Told you, it's different now. I ain't mixed up in the mob no more. Nobody on my tail wanting me dead here. The baby-- she's with me and Shane. Her mom is in Gotham. [Jake could take that or leave it as he liked.] Don't mean I want this baby more than I wanted you. If it wasn't safe, I'd try to protect her too just the same. [He spread his hands, palm up, like he was laying all his cards on the table. Might as well go for broke.]
Like I said, I know I did wrong by you. And I can't ever make up for that. But I can try, Jake. We can be a family again.