Sam leaned into the kiss at his cheek lightly, eyes briefly falling shut at the simple gesture. A little courage. He needed it. The tubs of ice cream hit the counter, along with a carton of milk, the rest of the ice cream supplies, cheese, yogurt - in short, a dozen various items from the dairy section he had been cooped into as he'd tried to procrastinate the past half hour. They probably didn't even need half of it, but it all had been fascinating enough at the time for Sam to stuff it into his cart as he wandered aimlessly.
"I guess so," was the simple reply to her ice cream related question. Sam swung the fridge open and started stuffing the items onto the shelves, still quite happy with the momentary distraction.
As Sam worked, Michael slid out of his chair and moved over to examine the ice cream cautiously. He still didn't appear to be so sure about his father, but he came off comfortable enough to stand side by side with Faith at the counter. "July." Michael squinted up at Faith with an amused smile. "I won't give you the day, 'cause that's always supposed to be a surprise."
Sam almost muttered something from the fridge, but he kept his mouth shut. Manners. This kid was real. He wasn't a demon trying to infiltrate their home. That much had been proven the second he had gotten through the front door.
"Yeah." Sam pushed the refrigerator door shut and finally forced himself to give Michael a glance that lasted more than point five seconds. "It's best that you stay here. There's space, food, protection. Plenty of people to keep you company." Sam folded his arms over his chest and nodded firmly. "You're better off here, Michael."
Michael, in turn, shot Faith an uncertain look. "You sure?"