G's thoughts dovetailed right in line with Sam's. Hetty had gone out and bought him a house, only telling him when she needed him to sign the papers, just so he could get some sleep somewhere other than the couch at the office or the couch at Sam's. He didn't doubt as soon as Sam told her they wanted a house, Hetty would be handing him a key.
"You haven't listened to Eric's lecture on how much information about an individual is recorded and stored every day, have you?" G chuckled, though. He couldn't believe in a chance for his own existence when there was nothing, not even a driver's license or passport. It was just too unlikely. Snorting quietly, he stared at Sam. "Amazing? Right." He drew the word out. "Turkey and football for you, Agent Hanna. Let's go.