[Usually, this is not a conversation he'd be interested in having. Especially with someone where his primary memory of them is getting his throat ripped out. But he's not giving in to that. He's here to get really blasted and talk about how great he is and... I dunno, nowadays, it's looking like giving good advice. Or bad advice. High advice?

He's thinking too hard about this.]

So who cares, right? All that shit about relationships making you whole, or whatever? It's crap. If they don't want you, who needs 'em.

[Which is... getting hard to believe when he has a boyfriend who freely says how much he loves him. Still doesn't really know how to process that one.]

You've probably got like, skills 'n stuff. And if all else fails, now we have this, so now I don't need feelings.

[He tips his hand with the joint in it like a weird toast to no one in particular.]