If he thought she was going to take another blow at him when she reached for his face, Sam didn't seem awfully concerned about it. Maybe she'd hit him again for being stupid enough to ask her to make him feel better. It was a stupid question now that he thought about it. He would have hit him too. Instead, he found the gesture to be more of a...gentle one. That surprised him.
"I don't really..." Would using his abilities really help him feel better? He looked down at his hands. Sam didn't know. Maybe if he was angry again, it'd work out. But he was back to step one. Back to that place where he hated himself more than anything else in the world. He was resigned. Not angry. "Maybe not tonight."