It feels good to be needed. Especially after a black mood. It also helps him get his mind away from it, gives him something to focus on, which is good. The only reminder of his depression are the pills on his bedside table and the near empty bottle of whiskey with which he downed them.

But it's about Neil now, and holding him close feels good. He plants a kiss on top of his head and let's his lips linger in his hair.