It seemed like whenever Sam was involved his logic went out the window and he didn't understand the consequences to his actions. In his eyes, Sam was one of his best friends. He would do anything it took to help him even if it meant having a friendly little chat with Lucifer. It wasn't like Lucifer had to help him after all, if he did it would have been his choice. Booth didn't have the power to force him to do anything, so he didn't see the harm. Bones did. She'd locked him up in her apartment like a scolded puppy, and Seeley's mood matched his current disposition. Sour.
Normally he liked hanging out with Bones. He would sometimes even go out of his way to find her after work and have a post case drink, but as it stood now he would do anything to be apart. He didn't want to be looked after like a child, and frankly felt insulted. "Whatever." He sighed and rested his cheek on his arm. "It's the only thing I can do to find Brady. " He stated, a slight air of defeat written on his features. " We had a deal you know. Me and Sam." He hadn't told anyone about the deal they'd made. Bros before hoes and all. He wa a firm believer in that, but Sam had virtually betrayed him and the code. Forever.
"I'm not going anywhere..and you're wrong. I always need guns. I don't feel safe without them. You have your phasing thing, Sam has his hunter stuff, guns are mine. Without them what am I?" He relied on them heavily. A sniper without a gun was like James Bond without his many disposable cars. It just wasn't right.