Faith smirked, remembering playing ding dong ditch herself when she was his age before she reminded herself that just maybe she was supposed to be at least trying to be a good influence to the kid. "Exactly, I mean Ben is great, but staying here would be better for you. Besides, he should be staying here too," she shook her head with a soft smile. "I already told you, we're supposed to be the ones to worry about you, not the other way around."
She didn't miss the cautious look from Michael to Sam. It was hard, as much as she knew Sam was trying, and he really was, there was still a part of her wishing he could be more relaxed, try to make Michael feel better about the whole situation in all it's madness. Even if that was asking the impossible and she knew that.
As she agreed with the cake flavor choice, she leaned over, officially to grab a scoop from the drawer, but also so she could lean against Sam for a moment, kissing his cheek again. "Just breathe, you're doing fine," she whispered before she found what she'd been looking for and handed it to him. Ice cream, all of them. It almost felt like a family thing to do.
Offering him an encouraging smile, she moved back, sitting at the kitchen table as she grinned at Michael. "See, even he agrees. So that's settled. You're here as long as you need to be."