"They can, but I'd prefer if they didn't," was his non-response to the information she had dropped on him. There were many times he didn't think he'd make it home, but somehow he always ended up there. May it be they made it here, or he made it back to them, he wasn't going to let anyone tell him what to think or believe anymore. He let Sephiroth control his thoughts for a long time. Now that he was free of that thinking, he wasn't going back to it. He'd find Tifa. He'd find Marlene. He'd find Denzel, or he'd damn sure die trying. If he could save the world, if he could stop the Reunion, then he could get back to them. Amy could accept this as her new home, but this will never become his home. Just a temporary living space until he made it back from this delivery.
Following the path, it eventually lead to a sizable building, "Is this it?" He slowed the bike through the parking lot, waiting for her to confirm this was his destination before he'd look for a parking place and would cut the engine. Mako-infused eyes glanced at the building, musing to himself how it felt like the mansion back at home, either that or he was delusional and the latter had been proven at least before now. It could just be his nostalgia playing tricks on his mind, looking for ways this Red Oak place was familiar.