Sam nodded, finally reaching over to scoop up a slice of pizza. He didn't want it to get cold before he got to eat. "As long as it doesn't happen every single time I try and talk to her, I don't mind. I might get frustrated, but if you really are having a hard time with it I'll let the conversation drop until the next time." Sam didn't like being monitored, nor did he feel too pleased about Faith being given the permission to cancel out their conversations if it got too hard. Yet it was truly in her best interest and if Faith could give enough for him to actually have conversations with Ruby without her exploding in his face about it every time it happened, then he'd be able to let some things go for her sake.
Besides, she was admitting that she understood his perspective. And that meant a lot.
Bending the slice in half so that it was centered more easily for him to eat, Sam took a bite from his pizza and chewed quietly. After swallowing, he frowned and looked over at Faith at her talk of their tainted friendship. Their relationship definitely had some serious issues that needed to be worked on, but their place as friends? No, Sam had enjoyed that quite a bit. "Ruby was in my life before I ever met you." Sam set the slice down, wiping his hands on a nearby napkin. "I feel like she probably had me tainted before I even got to this city, Faith. All the stuff she used to say to me..." Sam didn't want to talk about it. But that was the issue in the first place, wasn't it? "She had a lot of influence on me before Dean died. Knew how to push me in all the right ways. Even so, that doesn't change how I felt about you when I first got here. I mean, I tried to sell my soul for you. Literally. A guy like me, seeing part of what the consequences of that are, wouldn't just do that for anyone. But I did for you. No matter what Ruby did to me, she had no hold over how much I care about you. How much I've always cared. Our friendship was real. When I needed someone to be real, you were. Don't let what Ruby did change what happened in the past, Faith. Not to what we used to be. That's where our story began and she had no control over how it was written."