"Oh, you never fucking mean anything, do you?" Sam snapped as he came closer and glared at Barty, unable to remove the horrible feeling that came over him. One wrong sentence and he'd end up his bitch all over again. And then what? "If you fucking cared, if you felt anything for me, you'd want to help. You'd help me sort this mess out!"

And yeah, he gestured at Barty because he was a fucking mess. "Tell me how to stop you, let me stop you and then maybe, just maybe, you can be a fucking person because you're not a person right now! You're a fucking monster!" He didn't mean to lose control either, he was just too on edge and maybe he wasn't mentally ready for this. He was crying and he didn't know why, all he wanted to do was fucking hit Barty until he just stopped. Stopped forever. Until he could be fucking normal.