She wanted to bleed out into the flask? So that...so that he'd have some. Oh him. At all times. The part of him that wasn't disgusted by the idea was wedged in with a feeling of excitement. He could drink it whenever he wanted. Whenever, wherever. All he had to do was open up that little flask and there it would be. It was a wonderful idea, and that little part of himself that was excited about it all grew just a tiny bit when his fingers came into contact with the cool metal. Sam weighed it in his hands for a second, considering it, then he took her arm with a hand and slipped the flask underneath it. His actions, Ruby might have noted, were a lot less forceful. He was being easier.
"I've felt nothing but misery these past few days," Sam told her, eyes watching the flask momentarily before he looked to her directly. "I didn't know that your blood was going to do that to me. It made me..." He grit his teeth, closing his eyes at the dull pounding in his skull. God, this felt so much better. "It made me crazy, Ruby."
Sam pushed his gaze back at her again. "I don't feel close. I feel farther away than ever."