Finn went with the same since saying three orders of orange chicken just made it all so much faster. Once that was done and they were settled in the other room he smiled as he saw the movie of choice, not surprised at all. He also noted that Brock was glued to his father, and he was a bit glad for that. He thought that was what they needed right now, to both be close and enjoying each other's company peacefully while they could. Still, it did make him feel a bit like an outsider, sitting there and watching their world from the outside in... But he didn't mind, not if they were happy.<br/><br/>The gratitude always surprised Finn, just a bit... He wasn't used to so much thanks for just doing what he wanted, but he managed to resist the urge to tell the other he didn't need to thank him, though only because he thought that might upset Chris. "As long as you two are happy, then I'm more than happy to help." He assured him before their food arrived and they set about eating. He did eat on the couch with the other, even if he kept the same polite distance between them, and it wasn't too long before Brock was clearly on the way towards the world of, hopefully pleasant, dreams.<br/><br/>He had been preparing to stand and put the take out containers in the trash seeing as they were empty, and he figured he'd be leaving soon anyway, though at Chris' words and then the motion he found himself standing in the livingroom undecided. Did Chris want him to wait so they could talk? He had planned on excusing himself before the man had gone to get Brock ready for bed just to be out of the way, but seeing as that didn't seem to be what Chris wanted he nodded and returned to tidying up and making sure that Brock's bag was all packed back up for tomorrow before returning to sit on the couch and wait for Chris to finish putting the boy to sleep.<br/><br/>When he returned and mentioned the homework Finn gave a soft chuckle and lightly shook his head. "Don't worry about it, most kids forget at least one assignment a week, being a little late won't be a big deal. He can turn them in late, no worries." He assured him, not wanting the male to fret over something so incredibly minor in the grand scheme of things. He watched the slightly nervous man and when the next words left his mouth his expression softened and he understood that this was probably why Chris had wanted him to stay... So he didn't just want to totally brush it all under the rug, which Finn was fine with.<br/><br/>"Should I answer in order?" He asked, tone light as he motioned for Chris to sit too, if only because him standing there only made Finn nervous too even if he hid it well. "First... I don't think any less of you. Regardless of being true or not, if you want me to forget about everything today, then I will. But, if you want me to listen about it then I will, but only if<i>you</i>are the one telling me. What other's say about you doesn't matter to me, if it doesn't come from you, then that's as good as empty air." He spoke assuredly and honestly, his gaze not wavering as it held the other's. He wanted Chris to know that his opinions about him would only matter so much as Chris told him. "Though I suppose if you were secretly a serial killer or something then maybe that would change things, but stuff like that coming out of some guy's mouth... Honestly, if I believed everyone like that then I'd be in a ditch by now." He gave a soft chuckle, hoping to lighten the mood just a tiny bit.<br/><br/>"As far as being friends..." He murmured, finally glancing down where he was lightly fidgeting with his hands in his lap, smile soft but still present. "I can't say I have all that many either these days, not here anyway. So, if you'd like to be friends, then that would make me pretty happy. I did mean what I said earlier to Brock, I do care about both of you." He stated, and this was the part that he felt uneasy about. Where was the line between teacher and friend? Was it okay to cross it? But... It wasn't like he thought he could pull back now even if he wanted to. "I think it would probably be weird to have his teacher invite him and his father out for a picnic on the weekend anyway." He then stated, finally managing to glance back to the other, if a bit sheepishly, once more trying to lessen his own awkwardness with the topic. It had been a long time since he'd made a new friend... And honestly, he couldn't say his last one had gone very well either, so perhaps he and Chris weren't really that different on that front either.