That little kiss was so sweet that tears pricked at his eyes. His emotional armour always turned to shit on morphine. "Melissa.. that sounds familiar... I think so," he replied. "I like her, she gave me the good stuff."
He was on a gentle cloud and Logan was being so nice that he couldn't feel anything but warmth toward him. "It's okay. You couldn't have known that was going to happen," he reassured him. "Those guys... they were assholes, but that's not on you. Shit just... happens. A lot, to me. I make some choices, you know?"
When Logan asked if it was his fault he went out, and if they were going to stay friends he didn't really think about it. Logan was here, and he needed him to stay. In his head it was okay - not so much because Five had told him that he should embrace what they had, but because he felt like he'd taken the karmic punishment for cheating on Dave's memory, and that meant that he now deserved to have something with Logan a little more. It wasn't as conscious as that, but it was there.
"No, I ran out of pills." he said, stroking his hand with his thumb. "We're good." He wondered if this was where Logan's kindness ran dry - junkies didn't get a lot of sympathy.