Sam pushed up and walked away from her. He was so tired and confused and all he wanted to do was a cross between making everything better and going back to either convince Ruby to give him more blood or violently take it from her. Violence would be the more preferred option. He'd make her scream as he dragged that blade across her throat and poured every last drop out - Sam stopped. He had been standing to the side, licking his lips at the thought. Staring off into space, imagining it all. Fuck, Faith really must have thought he was insane.
"Stop it," he muttered. The statement was for himself and no one else.
"I wasn't alone," Sam told her, "I had Ruby. Least I thought..." He was on his own, wasn't he? "We got out of that room because we were -"
Without Ruby around, whispering words into his ear, Sam couldn't reach a conclusion. Not one worth arguing. "It just...it is. With me, that's how it is. Can we change the subject?"