The Bad Guy.

The one thing that he didn't mind being is a bad guy. No, not the kind of cinematic bad guy who laughs at other people's misfortune, not in the least. The kind of bad guy who is willing to take hits from the people he loves dearly, the kind of bad guy who wants the best for people even if it means he was going to have to be obnoxiously honest. The kind of bad guy who has nothing but sanctity on the inside, no matter how much people believe he is bad based on what he does on the outside. The kind of bad guy who puts up a facade as tough as a diamond just to stay true to who he is and what he stands for, the kind of bad guy who's heart melts at a single harsh word spoken at him but who is very clinical at hiding his tears and his broken heart, the kind of bad guy that you wouldn't normally expect to stick around but still does just to give you the company nobody ever really was willing to give you. The kind of bad guy who you know you want around you for just his presence gives you more moral and emotional support than anything else or anyone else for that matter, the kind of bad guy who forgives with the most graceful of hearts even though he never ever forgets, the kind of bad guy who doesn't mind carving his own path in life, inch by inch. The kind of bad guy that you want to help too, but you don't know how, the kind of bad guy who wears a smile even if he's rotting away deep, deep within. The kind of bad guy who isn't really bad.

That's who he was, that's who he probably would always be. It was his choice.