Why hasn't he done it? Ughhhh he lets his head roll to the side, cheek pressing against the cold floor as his mind drifts back twenty years.

"She said I looked like a jackass." Welp. He's remembering now though. Standing on that bridge. It was a long drop with a busy highway below. he'd brought wire cutters and cut through the fencing to prevent exactly that sort of thing idiots standing on the edge was. "Told me it was the uncoolest thing I could ever do."

A pause. "So peer pressure basically." Ayup. That's what he's going with. He raises his voice— "Which shoe do I have to give to get a drink in here? They're Salvatore Ferragamo!"

...He is really not helping his case here.