Darius shook his head. "It wasn't much. But forget it. I don't want his memory soured by such a wretched family. He deserved better." He really didn't. Chris was just awful, but he was the only one who liked hanging out with Darius. So with his passing, he only clung to the happy memories and it made him think far better than he truly was. Somewhere he still remembered he was terrible, but he wasn't about to consider it. He couldn't do that to his friend.