Sam pressed his head to the glass, letting his eyes closed as he replayed the past few months' experiences. Eden, Hell, Kane, demons. So many demons. So much sex. He felt like a whore, dirty. Even though the mark was gone his heart still ached. He still ached all over. He visibly flinched at his comment, clenching his jaw. "Yes, you did. You wouldn't have said it otherwise. No, it is your decision. Whether or not I'm worth anything to you. I just think Kane's more right about my not being good for you. I'm tainted. And you're...not. You're nice. You're so nice and I'm just a selfish ass." He really should have just let him drop him off at the bar.<br/><br/>But he did have several bottles at home. "Just...take me home. I still have the weekend before I'm put back into duty." He rubbed his arm, the scars there, wondering if Ryan would do what was smart and just forget about him.<br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/>Rai laughed, and it wasn't quite sane. It came out as more of a giggle. He spat out a mouthful of blood and wiped the back of his mouth. He stared at him as he crouched down to look at him. "Oh, just the usual shit. I trust people I shouldn't. I get chained, or in this case, impaled, and tortured. Eden didn't really approve of me not distracting you." He moved to stand, wavering just slightly from the blood loss. Blood stained the sheet in various spots. He needed to feed. "Um, in case you didn't know, I don't feel pain. Nerves were rewired. Pain is just pleasure for me. And a medical ward isn't going to touch me. I want the hell out of here and not look back. Preferably taken to a brothel so I can feed..."