When Oliver let out a breath and said his piece, Mia might have actually started to hold hers. When she'd been little, these were words she longed to hear. She'd have been ecstatic to have had someone do that then, and part of her still was. She loved this family she'd found herself in.
But she also felt a tad bit of panic grip her at the idea. Was changing things a good idea? Was it even really changing things in the first place?
She wasn't orphaned by some tragic accident that killed her parents. Family was an extremely loaded concept for her. And to be frank "dad" and "father" were terms that sometimes made her a bit sick to her stomach.
(And she knew all parental rights had been long terminated and that she was a full ward of the state, but there was an irrational fear in the back of her head that she might have to see that bastard and that actually made her want to throw up.)
Before she knew it she'd spent a good fifteen seconds staring at him blankly before she shook herself out of it. She wasn't good at serious talks about feelings, and the one she did talk about this stuff to was Connor. "Yes," She answered honestly. "To be honest I wouldn't have stayed around if I wasn't."