Sam isn't sure how there's any of course about it, though as soon as he's thought that, he feels guilty for it. She's still Andrea. Thinking about it like that just seems too complicated, too ultimately painful. Cutting ties would be a hell of a lot easier if there were nothing here at all, even if she were just someone else entirely who closely resembled Andrea, the way he knows things happened on the island sometime. Instead, she's still the woman he fell in love with; she just doesn't remember it. For all the people he's lost in any number of different ways, he doesn't think there's been anything quite as cruel as this.

"That would be great," he says with a small, halfhearted smile and a nod. Much as he'd like to fend for himself, she is the one who knows her way around here, and he can't turn down the help out of pure stubbornness when he has Jordan to look out for, too. "So, a gun club, huh?" He'd be lying if he said he was surprised, but he can't bring himself to say so. It's overly familiar, territory he doesn't know how to veer into yet.