Tony had been kind enough to give his son time to sober up before the meeting, which Jimmy had mostly taken advantage of. The idea of having coffee with his dad wasn't nearly as frightening for Jimmy as it probably was for Tony. The only thing he was dreading was having to talk about his mother.
Jimmy knew he'd screwed that up, and he really had no idea how to deal with it. So he wasn't. He was getting shitfaced in Paris and sleeping with models. He'd just given one cabfare to get home before he'd headed to meet his dad. He was a gentleman like that.
He walked into the cafe, taking a seat across from his Dad. "Hey."