I don't care. I fuckin' don't care, Sam-- but what I do care about? Your safety, you staying away from him which is exactly the opposite of what you've been doing all this time.

And to hear it from him, instead of you.

[ at least he's not trying to punch you anymore, instead his voice is setting itself into that quiet, toneless hiss. the weight of the situation slowly settling over his shoulders... ]

What did you think was going to happen? Were you just gonna be his bitch for the rest of our stay here?