Sam almost moves forward. He almost says something. He stops himself though. He'd already said enough. This situation was messed up enough without dropping the bomb he'd just dropped on her. Sure, in a way, it was good news. But it was the kind of good news that was double edged. Would there have been a better way to do this? He wasn't sure. His time as a counselor had prepared him for handling a lot of bad news and difficult cases, but you didn't typically have to tell someone that a person important to them was alive but now separated from them by several decades.

So, instead he nods his head, "I understand." He'll let her go, he isn't sure what else he'd be able to say to her anyway.