So, Noah and Sandra didn't like his dad, but Claire did? The boy sat there for a moment, trying to puzzle out how that had happened, but eventually gave up. Maybe he'd ask Claire, when he made those cupcakes with her. For now, though, he decided he wasn't going to worry about it anymore.
"As long as she doesn't say mean things about you," he replied with a troubled frown. He couldn't seem to get what had been said out of his head, and it bothered him that no one else had even tried to defend his father. These people were supposed to be his friends and family, weren't they?
Noah gazed up at Gabriel then, his frown slowly turning into a small, private sort of grin solely meant for his father. Other people might not stick up for him, but he always would. "Maybe they'll stop being mad, though. Nobody can stay made forever and ever... right?"
And there was always that hope, as well. That everyone would just get along and not be mean. If people would do that, Noah figured this new place would be a lot better. But even if that didn't happen, he wouldn't listen to anything bad they had to say. His dad was a good person and he didn't want to hear anything to the contrary.