Yeah, I get to see her. And we write, and sometimes call each other. It's just complicated. She's still a kid, and I know she likes me, but I can tell she doesn't understand why I'm not around.

[ And he can't really blame her. He's an absent father, at best. It's a miracle she even calls him that, honestly, that his ex-wife hasn't somehow tried to poison her against him. But he's not about to complain either. ]

Don't be, it's fine. [ He shrugs, offering a reassuring smile. ] Guess it just wasn't meant to be. Sometimes I wonder how it'd have gone if we'd decided to cut our losses early on, before we started usin' every little thing as ammunition in a war against each other.

[ But most marriages tend to fall apart like that, he's come to find. ]