Ah. The question. Somehow, he'd sensed it coming. And it was out there now, he had to answer it, didn't he?
"Well," he took a deep breath. "I'm the bad guy because I did the right thing. And looking back on it, I'd do the same exact thing all over again." Okay, so that was a bit vague.
He reached over her shoulder and grabbed a piece of shrimp out of her take-out container. After chewing thoughtfully for a moment, and swallowing, he decided to elaborate. "Basically, when my parents got divorced, I was the only one with a choice of who I wanted to live with. Because I was the oldest, or whatever. The rest of them had to go with my mother, but I could pick. Since I knew it would break my father to have his wife and all his kids taken away, I went with him. For some reason, they all seem to think I abandoned them."