[Rich pauses at that, uncharacteristically quiet for a moment. He folds his arms almost protectively over his chest.]

...Yeah. I can get that. I, um, honestly? I'm not proud of it. I was having a hard time trying to be who I wanted to be, and uh. A good way of proving that was getting with girls who'd were too bored to be picky and too drunk to remember much the next morning anyways. Made me look like a big shot tough guy, kept my reputation in the clear. No one could start rumours about who I really was with that body count, you know?