[He starts to say something and then just... Stops. The pleasure is sapping away his ability to think or care, his memories of why he should, but he's still aware enough that the heartbreak is naked in his expression.

He doesn't believe that. He doesn't believe he's alone but he doesn't know how Crow can go through with this either.]

...Crow...

[Honestly the drugs are wearing him down but what might be worse is the loneliness. Solitary isolation except when Crow comes to get him high, the non-interactions with those who bring food, Rean isn't a person built for this kind of loneliness.]