They both had their roles, that was how Eliot was seeing what was happening between himself and Sam. Sam was given the task of breaking him and Eliot was determined to resist against all tortures. It put them at odds but it wasn't personal, neither of them were doing it to spite the other. Which made their interaction strangely friendly despite the situation and Eliot didn't hate the man who broke and raped his body day after day.

But one to two months together in intimate closeness, whether he wanted it or not, Eliot was seeing more of Sam than what the other man was saying. He didn't enjoy what he did to Eliot, which made getting along with him bearable to begin with, and outside what was necessary for his task, he tried to be reasonable or make it less hard on Eliot.

But this though, this was something new altogether. Eliot let Sam help him out of the cage, a place that became regretfully familiar after these weeks, and stretched his legs to work out the stiffness of having them bent the whole night.

He had heard the water running, thought Sam was going to wash himself, or would have commanded Eliot into the water with him as the few times he had in the past, but this time it sounded almost like an invitation. Eliot's eyebrow arched and pulled his hand out of Sam's after he was out. "You don't look like an invalid."