When Eliot met Sam's gaze, his eyes were sullen and disturbed, but remained determined and strong. He was hurting from his actions, but it wasn't something he would talk about or that he couldn't push on from. This would remain with him, like all the other things that he did that ended him in hell, and he would remember it, but he wasn't going to let it freeze him here.

Which was how Eliot made himself move, helping Sam up, sweeping the dildo and chains onto the floor in the meanwhile. Some of the spikes scratched him with the action, but he didn't even seem to notice as he stepped in to give Sam his arms for support should the other man need them.

"I didn't want--... I thought it'd be worse if I let him know it mattered. He wants me to submit, I can take that, but now he knows it'll work, and you're..." Eliot trailed off, it not needing to say the rest. Sam was going to be the leash around Eliot now, the whipping boy to his resistance, but no matter how effective that will be, the hitter wasn't ready to submit. The only thing he felt he needed to add, as he carefully helped Sam back into the still hot water, was, "M'sorry."