"I've done a lot of shitty things in my life," Robin said tightly, staring down at his sneakers fixedly, "and I didn't regret all of them. I've spent my whole life either conning people out of cash, selling drugs, or fucking people for money." He said it flatly, with almost no emotion whatsoever. The more he came to terms with it, the better. "And I've never been in a relationship that meant anything, and I've never had sex with someone who wasn't trying to get something out of me. Usually drugs."
He exhaled, then stared at a point on the wall beside Jack, locking those dark green eyes on it. If he just focused on that, then he wouldn't have to see Carey's expression. Jack already knew --- he could read, and he had the file.
"I'm not a good fucking person, and I didn't want you around me because I don't want to rub off on you. I don't want to be a bad influence, kid. You're talented and smart and very sweet, and that's all stuff that goes to Hell when you hang out with somebody like me."