"Of course I care. I don't want to hurt you, Eliot--I have to. I can't wait for the day to come where I don't have to; the day where you let me touch you without fighting, when you want it. The sooner you give in to me the better."

The implication being that the sooner the better wasn't just for Eliot, it was for Sam too.

He stayed close, raising his hand to cradle Eliot's cheek, looking down into his eyes. "But I understand that you can't give up without a fight. I know you won't, and I know why, because I was just like you once upon a time. Hell wears on you, but we don't expect miracles down here. Besides, all the angels I knew are dead, and God doesn't care about any of it."

His hand pulled away, and he brought his fingers to Eliot's arm instead, only touching very gently.

"Do you want to talk, or shall I do it now?"