I have no defense, except that until I get to know someone really well, it's easier for me to be a normal, single guy. Because it's way too complicated to be who I really am. I'm a full-time dad. I'm a working parent. I'm a mother and a father. I'm a guy who reads parenting books and cookbooks before I go to sleep. I spend my weekends buying tutus. I'm learning to sew. I'm Mr. Napkin Head. I'm on some kind of constant overload and it helps to compartmentalize my life. Just till I figure this out.
— Why didn't you love us?
— I did. I just loved myself more.
— I'm your brother. I wanna make sure you're okay.
— Dude, I'm okay. I'm okay, okay? The next person who asks me if I'm okay, I'm gonna start throwing punches. These are your issues. Quit dumping them on me.
— What?
— It's really interesting... this obedience you have to Dad. It's like, "Oh, what would Dad want?" You spent your life slugging it out with that man. You picked a fight with him the last time you saw him. Now that he's dead you wanna make it right? Sorry, but you can't. It's too late.
— Why are you saying this to me?
— I want you to be honest with yourself. I'm dealing with Dad's death. Are you?
— He's alive, and I'll show him to you. You follow old Rafiki. He knows the way. Come on! <...> Look down there.
— That's not my father. That's just my reflection.
— No. Look harder. You see? He lives in you.