Sam leaned against the side of the tub to try to keep himself from falling into the water. When Luke touched him with the sponge, he flinched instinctively. He wasn't used to being touched with such care. But Luke was so gentle that he relaxed within seconds. "How is it you have the same voice I do?" he murmured, half asleep. When Luke requested to get into the tub with him, he hesitated. "Okay," he said softly, if only so that if he did fall asleep Luke would keep him from drowning. It wouldn't make sense that the Fallen angel would let him drown after saving his life. He latched onto that small thread of purity still lingering inside of Luke, needing it like a starved creature.<br/><br/>But there was still corruption in him, yet Sam couldn't hate that. He had his own darkness inside him, still curled up like a coiled snake, waiting at any moment to strike. It was less than before, but he knew it could take so long to get rid of it all. Samuel feared he would never be rid of it all. Which was why he focused on what Luke was saying and what he was doing. The sponge felt so good on his sensitive back, and it was nice that they weren't touching. He wasn't sure he was comfortable with that yet...Well, at least here. Being held had been the most nourishing sensation he'd had in forever. Though in truth he would rather be held by Milo because of how pure the angel was compared to Luke. "I want to be rid of all this evil inside me," he said, voice soft. "I'd cherish any help I can get with that. I can't thank you enough for saving me." Careful not to move his legs, he leaned against the tub once more, his eyes fluttering closed, just letting himself be taken care of.