"No, I want you because I love you," Sam protested. His words didn't stand for much, he was beginning to understand that quite well. That hardly stopped Sam from trying to show how strongly he felt about the matter. Why bother lying now that the cat was out of the bag? Why lie when he no longer had any blood to go back to? Most importantly - why would he lie after he knew how badly he had hurt Faith?
Because he was an addict. Sam had read about the, he'd seen them on TV, but he never thought he'd be one. He never thought that demon blood would be addicting.
"I know you don't believe me," Sam said tiredly, "but it's true. I love you. I want you."
Faith or blood. Blood or Faith. His heart wanted Faith, his fucked up mind wanted the blood. He really needed to get his head on straight.
"I don't either," Sam admitted quietly. "Which is why I've gotta stay away from her. I've gotta...I need to be clean."