"It would have been easier to let her go if I hadn't gotten attached, though," Finn pointed out. "Yeah, I guess, I mean I haven't really thought about it since sophomore year. No, maybe senior year. Shelby wouldn't let me see Drizzle at all! But she let Drizzle's idiot ex-con father of the year who essentially sexually assaulted you play at daddy! Probably because she wanted to fuck him...sorry, that was crude." He toyed at a hole in the knee of his jeans. "I wasn't allowed to see Drizzle so I decided that being a dad wasn't for me. Since she made it clear I sucked so much at it."
"I wasn't going to name her Drizzle," he insisted. "It was a nickname, something to call her besides 'the baby' or 'it', I mean you always said she was a person, that was why you couldn't have a...you know, so she needed something that meant something to me." He shook his head. "If he had backed the fuck off you after the truth came out I would have tried to work something out, but he said Drizzle would only like her father and not me." He shrugged. "I didn't want to find out if it was true."
"I wasn't included in that," he pointed out. "I feel like I did abandon her, that she knows I did." He took a bite of his food. "They can be happy here? My dads don't have PTSD anymore and don't die...I have siblings from the future that prove that...that's what I meant."
"You think she'd want me to be a father figure?" Finn asked. "Not like that George Michael song, right?" He paused. "Yeah, okay, I guess that I could."
"That would be nice," he dared to let himself admit. "I mean...yeah that would be nice." He took a sip of his drink. "I think she's here," Finn said softly, wondering if it was possible to hide under a table or something. "Isn't that her?"