[Well, he's no saint, but again that's not really something he wants to go into the details of. He goes back to his own bottle, and leans back against the pillows keeping him propped up a little more.]

Yeah. If my friends could stay alive like some of the people I've known, maybe I wouldn't worry so much about... losing them.

[He wanted to say "bringing them down with me", but he doesn't know if he wants to explain what he means right now. They're having a nice time, right? He shouldn't bring that into it.]