[ He's pushing himself up onto the counter top beside him, legs dangling still, and the hand on his shoulder turns into a loose arm around his back. He kind of wants to pull him closer, but he's a teenager, and after the comment about beds and illegal things, he doesn't want to freak him out further. ]

Hey, whatever it is, it can wait. You've got time here to think, plan out how to set things right, and whenever you get to go home again it'll work out. [ He sounds sure, convinced he can sort whatever it is out, and if his dad is anything like he's always imagined, he doesn't think he'll stay angry with him too long. ] You got some place to stay already?