Jesse grunts his grim agreement with that sentiment and knocks back his own shot. Rest in peace, zombies and zombie analogs.

"Nah, nothing like that. It's my kids. I was out of the picture for a while. My daughter's adjusting fine, mostly, but she's only ..." - there's an awkward pause while he taps fingers on the tabletop and does the mental math - ". . . only seven. The boy's a different matter. Sixteen! What a goddamn age to deal with."

He cracks a wry half-smile. "I wasn't really the best dad material to begin with."