Sam was not entirely convinced that this was a good idea. He had taken his time milling around the frozen foods isle of the convenience store, pretending to be stuck on deciding between ice creams until he figured that it was high time to get a move on and meet up with the duo waiting back at home already. He was going to feel awkward and ridiculous the entire time, Sam already knew it, but he had promised himself that he was going to stiffen up and be an adult about all this. The kid needed help. He had been sort of scarce with playing the good guy lately, but as Sam was always speaking out and doing things on behalf of his family he knew that it certainly wasn't going to stop now. The kid was sort of family.
Sort of. Ha. He was his child. Would be. Possibly. The thought made his head hurt.
Toting a large paper grocery bag under his arm, Sam fumbled his way into the kitchen. He tried not to look too put off at the sight of Faith and Michael sitting at the kitchen table together. He could see bits and pieces of himself and the woman he had fallen in love with assembled onto that boy and it scared the living hell out of him.
"Got the ice cream," Sam announced, moving away from the spot he seemed to have momentarily frozen in at the door and over to the counter to unload the snacks and various household items that he had also stopped to pick up in case they were needed. "Uh...one is called 'Birthday Cake', while the other is the traditional chocolate and vanilla mix." Sam shoved his hands into his pockets and turned to look at the pair. Michael, in turn, shifted in his seat to eye him warily. Sam cleared his throat and shuffled from one foot to the other uncomfortably.
"I also got sprinkles and cones and ice cream stuff." Yes, listing his purchases was much easier than actually talking to the boy normally.