Rich went with P-J to the entrance way, seeing only one bag there he got a little disappointed. Though everyone called him a slacker back on campus, he did genuinely want to help even a little bit here, but it seemed he would get the dead weight label yet again. He decided to still stick around in order to see if P-J would need any help anyway.

He listened intently to P-J telling his story. The first thing that struck him was the amount of siblings that he had. "Your family is huge. I've only got a sister, Kathrin. She's really smart, and wicked on bass." He said with a small chuckle. He then heard the part about jailtime and ostracism and felt bad for him. "Are you serious? I don't think anyone would be [i]that[/i] harsh over some food poisoning. Like I get it, food poisoning is bad and stuff, but, like, I don't think it really warrants jailtime or 1-2 months of the silent treatment. I dunno, just seems like an honest mistake to me."

Though Rich laughed when P-J brought up Springsteen. "I gotta say, if I pulled over Springsteen I'd let him off with a warning too, doesn't seem like the kind of guy you'd want mad at you."

It was then that Rich saw a woman he had not yet seen, though she seemed to know his name. She was asking if he could carry her stuff and he finally knew that this was when he could get away from the slacker label at least for a little bit. "Sure, no worries." He said with a grin as he walked down the stairs and picked it up. It was a little heavy, but nothing he couldn't get through. And of course it was probably only heavy for him because he didn't really work out at all or anything. To most other people it probably wouldn't faze them in the slightest. He walked back up to P-J and continued up the stairs.