Raphael shook his head. Humans needed water to live and he was not wasting it on some blood. He was used to it, it stuck and itched for a few days and then Lazar showered him off. It wasn't worth it. Still, he saw the way Sam looked and saw him about to move so he reached out, against his better judgement. He touched Sam. Intentionally, with desire, he touched his wrist. Then he tightened his grip.

Making sure Sam was looking at him, he shook his head. Resources like that were precious for Sam and if Sam wasn't going to take care of himself, Raphael would have to do it.

There was enough blood on the floor for him to reach out with his finger and write to him. H20 = Sam