He already had Jinx. He already had a daughter. But, he found you. A small baby whimpering pitifully, and if it weren't for the fact that Jinx didn't notice you and could have fired, he probably wouldn't have paid attention. Jinx must have made him too soft. He was no longer the same, not so embittered. That's why he took you. He carried you in his arms, walked around the office, rocking you and softly humming a lullaby. Jinx likes you. He didn't care about anything else.

You've gotten older. He didn't really like it when you played in his office, but as long as he didn't have a job, he was willing to put up with your games. He was smoking, looking down, when he felt you touch his knee: "Are you and Jinx playing hide-and-seek again?"