Sam pulled his hand back, ignoring the vague awkwardness that went with the gesture. It had gotten the message across. He wrapped his hands back around his cup of coffee, and gave her a slight smile.
"It's not terrible," he said. "I don't think it's ever terrible to want to get away from people or situations that aren't good for you. I ran away from my family, and hunting, when I was younger... and my brother and I killed the demon that got me too deeply involved in my own powers, to the point that it was corrupting me into something else. For that matter, I want to stay here, too. Even though I have a duty to my world, too."
He looked down at his coffee, processing what she said about Fix. He couldn't imagine serving someone like that, though that was neither here nor there. "Well. It's still your sister that killed her, not you. And you've been good to him, it seems like. Looking out for him, too."