Faith wasn't entirely sure if 12 year olds were supposed to sneak coffee, but she supposed there were far worse things out there and Michael didn't look like he was some kinda hyperactive kid as a result. In fact he looked almost uncannily like his father, especially the eyes. She was willing to bet that her older self ended up giving in a lot when those puppy eyes were turned on her.
"Good," she commented to the confirmation of lemonade approval and smirked slightly, feeling tea was a little less than 'okay'. He'd possibly gotten that from her.
She noticed the cut off when he spoke and she could almost guess what he'd been about to call her. Mom. It was weird and terrifying and kinda nice too, to be called that over the boards. But she was still aware she really was not his mother, not the one who had lectured him or hugged him. She was just the younger version of that woman.
"It's been a difficult year in general for him," she replied after a while, deciding she might as well go for some honesty. "And he was getting settled again and now you're here. It's confused him and you probably know how he likes to cover his confused with appearing cranky." And god, she hoped that didn't come across like Sam was angry with Michael or anything. "I promise, it's nothing you've done, sweetheart." She shrugged with half a smile. "And me, I figure no matter how strange it is, none of this is your fault. So it's up to me to look after you."