Crocodile shrugged. "I guess," he said. "I don't have anyone I can call a friend here, and I figured I'd need to make a start. You probably weren't the best choice, but you're the only person I've ever spoken to here besides the staff, and they act like I'm three." He said, scratching behind his ear with foot, much like a young fox would. "Not that it really matters to me that you don't feel like being social, or don't want friends in general - 'tis fine by me." He said, stealing a glance at Rigor. "It's your choice whether or not you want to get over whatever kind of past you had, if that's the reason for you being this way. If you don't," He shrugged, "it's your choice. Not everyone wants to." He said, staring into the TV. "Some of us... Can't. Like if we do... We forget a part of ourselves, y'know?" He asked, not really expecting her to reply with anything sympathetic or even attempt to be social with him. He actually expected to get hit, a fist to the face like the kind his dad had constantly given him when he was little would actually be comforting.