"Dammit, Sam." He can't help the frustration building up. He's the one being told how much he's hated by the one guy who means the most to him and Sam's the one who gets to act like he's being thrown away. He bites back on that bitter feeling as he goes to the sink and wets a rag.

He's never dealt with Sam going through withdrawals, but he's dealt with him sick before. He can't leave him shivering on the bathroom floor like this. Kneeling down beside him, he reaches out to try to use the cloth on his face. "I don't get you, man. You went to sleep in the car because you couldn't stand being in the same room as me. I thought you wanted me to drop you off."