Instinctively, Sam wants to tell her not to apologize, but he's too startled, at first, for any words to come. The way she reaches out just seems so natural, and whatever differences there might be in her appearance, it feels so much like before that he can hardly stand it. Even so, it's not like he wants to make a point of keeping Jordan from her. That wouldn't be right, not when he knows what it's like to grow up not having a mother. It's just that he can't expect anything, can't ask her for anything. She has a life here. He might not know much about it, but if she's been here for almost two years, then there's no way he doesn't, and both he and their daughter aren't a part of that.

"It's, uh — it's fine," he finally manages, shaking his head, though he seems too put off to really be that convincing. "That's good, though. I have to say, I kind of missed living in a city." It doesn't mean anything. There's nothing in the world he would have traded his life on the island for.