"What she said." Sam awkwardly shifted in his chair, more than happy to agree with Faith on that statement. They knew little to nothing about their future selves, how was it to be expected that they would know what they had instructed their future child on? Future child. Future child. Sam raised a hand to the side of his head and rubbed at it slowly. Headache. This was giving him a headache.
"Right now I'm okay with going to school - sometimes - and hanging out with Grandpa and Uncle Dean and Ben. I figure I can come up with the rest later." Michael finished off his cone and leaned forward, his smaller figure looking so unusual to the man sitting opposite him. Sam just didn't get it. At all.
"So, uh, about the...name calling. Thing." Sam glanced over at Faith, looking more than unsure of himself on the next statement. He didn't want to offend anyone, but it was a realistic thing to bring up, wasn't it? And it was reasonable too. "Are you okay with being called that?" Because Sam didn't know if he was okay with being Dad. He was Sam. That was his name. He hadn't quite earned that title yet, even though at the same time Sam could understand why Michael was using it. He was used to it. Sam was not. It was confusing.