[Dirk's lip curls up in an angry sneer, as his thinly veiled control snaps]

He's not your son! He's mine. My fuckin' DNA and my name, Jake. Did you not grasp the whole problem there in the kitchen? Was the idea of you being so self deluded really that hard of a pill to swallow?

[He comes a little closer, but he doesn't make any move to touch him]

'Cause you can check it out, I'm the one that stays here with them. I raise them. I make sure they're fed, they're clean. I am the one who sits here with them and worries about whether or not they're happy, or if they're too sick for me to fix. You. Run. Out.

They're both mine, but Jade is me throwing you a bone, being your genetic donation to society and all. You're just the guest star, pop in with a gift, a nice hello, coddle them a little.

In a month, two, you'll just get bored again, like you always do. Only, now you don't got a live in babysitter to fuckin' dump them on, you gotta stay. I can paint your life Jake. As you resent them for taking your adventurin' youth away from you.

You won't be able to help it. And sorry, but I'm not resigning Dave to that. Now why don't you get out, and take the time to say goodbye?