He was wrapping his arms around her and it meant she could finaly relax a little, She wasn’t scared of him, maybe she should have been on some level, but how was that possible? He’d gotten carried away was all and that was her fault. She’d gotten him onto the blood hadn’t she. She’d caused this so how could she blame him now for it getting too much to handle. He’d done so well actually manageing to hold off on the need this long. And she’d left him without it. She’d been stupid, and wrong, and this was the result. She couldn’t help but feel awful about it and him apologising to her, she didn’t know what to make of it. She wasn’t used to it and she couldn’t help but think it made her feel uncomfortable. He told her it wasn’t okay and she shook her head weakly. “Look at me” she repeated, “I’m still here, I’ve been hurt worse in my life and I know you didn’t mean it. What more can I say about it. It was a mistake. I left you alone, I left you without me, without my blood and I can’t do that again, that's all. You would have only hurt me because you weren’t thinking straight. I know you didn’t mean it and I know you’d never mean to hurt me.” Dammit, he wasn’t even looking at her, was it this bad? “Sam...look at me. Talk to me. I swear you aren’t to blame okay? We’ll work this out”
He got angry, he got caught up in it and she had to make him see that she understood that. “It’s not easy, what you’re going through and I know that because its my fault isn’t it. I’m the one that got you all caught up in this. I’m the one that made that mistake. And now I’m the one that has to help you. So don’t tell me you did anything wrong here. You didn’t.” He finally looked at her, lifting up her wrist to make sure it had closed, which it had done, the bruises were slowly fading from the pale skin there too, and at her shoulder. All she needed to do now was rest, replenish herself as it were. She’d lost a lot of blood, but she was a demon, she’d be alright. She was strong. She smiled as his hand met hers, “Yeah I’ll rest, planned to, it won’t take long and then we can...whatever you want to do we can do.” It was pretty messed up and she knew it, she was blaming herself, he was blaming herself but neither of them were blaming the other. “You always take care of me, no matter what. Its what you’ve always done, so if that's what you tell me you’re gonna do now then that’s what we’ll do.” She wasn’t going to lie and say this didn’t get to her, but she’d figure that out once she could think straight. She’d stay in bed like he asked, let him feel better by taking care of her. He needed to know that she didn’t blame him, not even a little bit. “Will you sit with me first, if its not to...” ...Too hard? Was her scent going to end up addictive to him, what if being around her was causing this? How could she possibly deal with this? She’d caused it. “If you want I mean, you don’t have to”. She closed her eyes curling into his grip all the more and hating herself for ever leading him down that path. She really did deserve how she felt right now, and more besides. “I’m sorry Sam” she said simply, “For this, for all of this. I did this didn’t I?”