It did seem that Samsul had a calming touch, but he shook his head at his wife to be with a small smile on his face. "No, the boy just needed the be taken from his thoughts. The same thing happened to me earlier this morning with him, just on a smaller scale." His eyes traveled over to the door as well and listened to what she had to say. Maybe it was because the teen felt so low compared to Anastasia and himself that he could barely speak to them or in their presence, but Samsul wasn't at all sure. He smiled at Anastasia as she leaned on his shoulder. He didn't have any problems with it, and he actually, liked having her there. "I'm glad I can help you by having a calming touch, Anastasia."