The way that Sam allowed Ruby to pull him close to her came on too easily. There likely would have been a level of resistance before; now, here, he was less concerned about it. He felt terrible, she was comforting him, and it was just them. The barriers were down. He was vulnerable. Vulnerable enough, in fact, to push aside that proud and stubborn streak that he usually proudly wore to actually willingly lean in toward Ruby at the gesture. His head rested lightly against Ruby's shoulder and Sam's eyes were quick to fall shut.
"Okay," he responded quietly. Sam took in a long gulp of air. His lungs needed it. They felt restrained. "That'll...yeah." Rest. A break. He didn't know if he'd be able to try again after this. He certainly didn't feel like he could. Two doses were a lot more than the nothing he'd started with. Two doses of blood. God, he wanted to puke.
Stop thinking about the blood, Sam decided, drawing in another deep breath. It wasn't going to help him very much if he did.