The look he gives her is half apologetic, half resigned. Sam's been holding out hope that this isn't something that's irreparable, and he knows when it comes down to the wire both Ellen and Jo would fight tooth and nail with them. No matter what problems have been happening.

That doesn't mean whatever's broken now will be fixed, or that things will be the same. It's something he knows, but that doesn't mean he has to be happy about it. He can tell Jo's upset, though, and for a moment he puts a hand on her shoulder, squeezing just slightly. Not pushing her to spill whatever's going on in her mind, but just to let her know that he's there.

"Maybe." He drops his hand, tucking it into his jacket pocket. "I try to, but there are some things you just can't make up for."

And now he's a little pensive, jaw set and eyes narrowed as he looks through the trees. All thoughts of actually hunting have fled in the face of talking about feelings, and Sam's actually a little glad for it. It's been a long time since he's been able to talk to someone, really talk, without having to hide, or withhold information, or be wary of what someone will do with it. This is Jo - he trusts her enough to let his guard down.