<span style="font-size: 15px">Chris sat down, not enlightened by Finn's attempt to lighten the mood. He was nervous, and he didn't like the feeling at all. But then Finn spoke, and he was so honest, and polite. How many people had he known like him? Not one, definitely not enough then. He was relieved when he wasn't immediately rebuffed or rejected by this man who he wanted to call a friend, if not a 'friend' like most people, then someone beyond an acquaintance. <br/>
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"Yeah, I guess that would be a little weird," he said. "But weird's okay... it's a school night and it's getting late. I'd understand if you wanted to call it a night. Uh, and what Jimmy said, uh, about having a boyfriend--" He had a hard time saying the world without denying it on instinct. "--that's why Edith and I couldn't, well, continue on. I told her to find someone else for her, but she thought I insulted her, I just wanted her to be happy but I didn't want her to leave us. I've always been... do you think I was in the wrong? I didn't do anything wrong, I don't think, but sometimes I'm not the best at these things. Edith said it was because I was a lawyer to the bone, I never wanted to see anything as right or wrong, simply what I could and couldn't talk someone in or out of believing. Looking back I doubt she ever approved of my education, but I thought that was because she didn't want to continue..." he reached his hand up and held his head against his palm. He sighed and shook his head slightly. <br/>
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"Sorry, I was ranting. I've never even said it out loud, not anymore than what I've said here. It's like if I say it, then it's all real. My father... my father hated me, but when he found out, I never thought he could see me as anymore worthless and pathetic, but I had been wrong because whenever he looked at me I just felt his disappointment like a physical force. Ever since, I tried to do what I thought I was supposed to do, like a well adjusted person. Like a straight, well adjusted, upper middle class guy should do. And I fucked that up, too. Couldn't even do that right." <br/>
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He looked up at him. "And now I'm telling you because I have nobody else to talk to, and I don't want anyone else to ta-- I mean, you're... uh, never mind. I'm glad to have met you. To imagine that if you hadn't have taken Brock's comments as something to be concerned over, this would likely be a million times worse, and, well, I like you. You're just really nice. You're kind and people like you typically don't tend to hang around people like me." <br/>
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He felt thoroughly drained of energy, and whatever weight that had been holding him down felt a little better. He felt more confident, which wasn't common for him in the slightest. He wasn't exactly very outspoken despite his official education. It was clear he wasn't the lawyer most people thought of when they heard the word 'lawyer.' There was no arguing or questioning criminals or anything at court, he was just a man who did a lot of paperwork and got treated like someone who did nothing all day despite picking up more than half the slack from others who are much busier with their personal lives (and some still made more money than he did, oddly enough: it was all politics). <br/>
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"That felt really good to say, actually." It did feel nice, even if he hadn't said much at all, at least not as much as he had been thinking about, just enough to sort of vent. He hoped that was alright. He knew that friendships were cultivated over time, something they hadn't had much of together, but who else would listen. Who else would even pretend to care? </span>