"N-No, I know you wouldn't be mad," Rich mumbles, still a bit hunched in on himself. He can't seem to bring himself to look at any of them. He feels like any slight reaction he could see would only make his feelings all the more complicated.

If he just... sits here, facing forward, he can pretend that they hate him. Or that they forgive him. Or whichever reaction he feels he'd prefer in this particular moment, with the way his emotions are churning in a confusing mess.

He finally seems to register Johnny's question, and he blinks, gaze fixed on him for a moment before quickly darting away.

"Why... I mean, why would you want to keep them? They're just... old memories."