"Because I'm so used to using them," Sam admitted. "When I'm fighting things. I have to use them, you know? It makes it all so much easier." How was he supposed to save people just by punching them and shooting them? He couldn't even remember as to how he had managed to do as much for the majority of his life.
He reached over and brushed some of the hair from her eyes. "I'll deal. If not, then I guess you guys will really have to kill me." That last part was meant to be a joke. It wasn't a very good one though.