"I dropped the coke after the baby was born," Jack nearly snaps, suddenly defensive. His shoulders rise, hand flattening on Tony's counter just for something to grab onto. Like he's admitting something guilty. "I don't even smoke."

Which is in no way enough to make up for all the complete garbage he is, or anywhere near enough to impress someone who's seen enough of his bad sides as Tony has, but it's his daughter, and he won't let anybody think he didn't love her enough to be - not a good man, but better than before, if only by a little. Again, in an almost unconscious little tic, he rakes his fingers through his hair.

"You know I almost killed a guy for her - I mean, not the guy I actually killed today, but some other guy. Trucker slapped her ass in a diner and I brained him with a coffee mug. This was before we were dating, by the way, and I thought, well shit, fucked that up, now she's scared, but she wasn't. Even when I kept losing my fucking mind whenever somebody crossed us. Some creep followed her out of a bar and I kicked the shit out of him for trying to touch her - some chick told her she was a trashy biker bitch and I threw her down a flight of stairs. When we found the house, the neighbor told her he and the neighborhood watch were concerned about 'people like us' moving in, and if we didn't behave ourselves, there'd be trouble. It made her cry. I killed his dog and left it on his porch."

A pause. He doesn't know why he's saying this - is it supposed to help?

"Y'know, I think she liked it. That I was crazy." Is it supposed to be reassuring Tony on why she picked Jack over him? "She didn't want me to get violent with anybody, but she liked that I would - knew I'd do anything for her."

So maybe Tony didn't lose by virtue of not being good enough - maybe Jack was just sick in a kind of heartwarming way.