Yeah, well, I've never been most people.

[He smirks a little, expression vaguely distant, if also a little forlorn.]

I hit the wrong guy, or I guess the right one. Looked like an easy enough mark, kid with well off parents, you know the type. Nice clothes, fancy phone, all by himself and off in his own little world. Swiped his wallet clean but he figured it out faster than I'd expected and he called me on it. 'Course I gave it back to him, could've run but there were security around and I wouldn't have made it far.

Then he looked me up and down and bought me lunch, guess he could tell I was just in it for a meal. We got to talking and ended up friends. He helped me out when no one else would, but never pitied me or acted like I owed him for it. He'd let me stay at his place when his folks were out, fed me when he could. They hated me so he couldn't take me in but he never really gave a shit.

Got him into trouble a few times, but after that I shaped myself up. Couldn't bear the thought of him getting drug down with me just because I'm a piece of trash so... He saved my life that day, he'd never admit it of course but he did.

Guess I'm trying to pay it forward is all. You needed help, so I helped.