Jack spun his glass, watching the liquid swirl around as he thought about that. "Y'got e'ry right t'be mad at me, Bobby. S'hardly there when I was alive, an' then I ain' there at all.. s'not fair on you. An' no it don't matter, an' no, I can't change it now, but I can wanna make it right. I just ain't got any idea how."