He outwardly cringed. The protest was directly on his lips when she said that killing was necessary, but Sam didn't quite manage to get it out. It was indeed something that he had given much thought ever since the subject had been brought up. Sam didn't like it, but there was a part of him, one that he didn't like to acknowledge, that knew that Ruby was right. He had to focus on the bigger picture here. Even if that meant...
A sad look flashed through his eyes. In that short moment, Sam looked very much like a terrified puppy that had been kicked.
"Ruby..."
He didn't continue. She was spreading herself close to him again. Sam could feel her there, nudging against his senses. His mind automatically embraced the feeling, even if there was an ache in his chest that he couldn't quite rid himself of yet. He didn't look too happy with himself, but Sam dipped his head low and buried his face into her hair. She was soothing him with that touch, something that Sam wished that he was able to do in return. Maybe he'd be able to in time. When he was stronger.
"Okay," Sam finally breathed, his response coming off as an admittance to defeat.