[ He wouldn't disagree: teenagers are terrible, and he knows because he'd been a pretty terrible one himself. The memories of that time are a little hazy, though, and at best, he can remember how stupid he'd been, throwing himself to SOLDIER to impress a girl who likely wouldn't look at him twice despite her utter kindness. He'd made rash decisions and in the end, they've brought him to this place: where he's been accused of a
crime he knows he did.

The reaction, however, makes him feel guilty for one second: before he brushes it off. Defensive, he shrugs his shoulders, jerking his chin to the side to look at a particular stall across the way from them. ]

Dunno. You're... You seem like the type, and you've got a ring on, and it all just seemed to fit. A stunning, brave woman to put up with you, or whatever. You know.

[ Now he's all embarrassed. ]

But if I'm wrong, then I'm wrong. Am I wrong?