Sam might have pulled away from her as soon as she buried her fingers into his hair. Tonight, though, he chose not to. He was letting himself give in, just a little. The temptation to be close with her was impossible to resist, so Sam let himself go. He had missed her more than she'd ever know. "I am," he responded, leaning into her touch, "a lot better." She didn't want him to thank her, but he was going to do it anyway. Why wouldn't he? She gave him something wonderful. And she was the only one who could. Sam opened his eyes to look at her, a fond sort of smile playing across his blood stained lips. He sat up a bit, then twisted himself to the point where he was pulling Ruby toward him. Arms around her, Sam tugged her toward his chest and decided right then and there that this would be okay. It was just for a little while.
"Close your eyes," Sam told her, waiting to see if she'd be as all right with the gesture as he was himself. It was so much easier giving in to what he wanted to her than fighting it. Maybe it was the blood that was helping him with that. Being on it sort of eliminated that line he'd drawn between himself and Ruby. She was already inside him. What difference did it make if he held her in his arms?