<span style="font-size: 15px">Of course Brock wanted orange chicken, almost entirely because that's the only 'Chinese' food he knew existed, or at least the only  kind he would eat. The texture, the sweetness, all of that stuff that drew children and adults alike, and Chris got the same for simplicity's sake (and who could turn down orange chicken?) and made sure to let Finn know that he needed to order too, and that he had his card and could pay since he was calling. He didn't want to make Finn feel like he was pulling all the weight because to Chris, all he seemed to be doing was helping. </span><br/><br/>He picked Brock up and sat beside him, but of course the kid crawled in his lap and stayed there, taking over the controller with a quiet 'please' followed by an excited 'thank you' and then he put on, to nobody's surprise, Power Rangers. He mixed it up, though, because it was<i>Power Rangers: Magic Force</i>. He let Brock watch his show and sip his juice. He smiled at Finn.<br/><br/>"Thanks. Seriously, you're doing all the heavy lifting, and I'm just grateful you haven't left. This, well, everything is a lot, and we just met and yet you're still helping us and I'm grateful for it all." He made sure to set Brock back down to grab the food and Brock moved to sit on the floor in front of the coffee table to eat his food, and Chris at on the couch. He motioned for Finn to join him followed by a 'only if you want, no worries' and then turned back to watching some rather cringey acting and of course terrible special effects. So much spandex,<i>too</i>much spandex. But after everyone calmed down, and once Brock devoured his food like a super vacuum, he was dozing off and finally Chris got up to get him ready for bed.<br/><br/>"You can stay, if you want, I mean, it's late, and I can call a cab or something. You've done so much..." Chris held his finger up to pause an answer and got Brock in his PJs, got him brushing his teeth, and then getting him tucked into bed. Kissing his flushed, still tacky-from-tears cheeks once before kissing his forehead and telling him he loved him so much, which he did. He went back out. "Uh, I totally forgot about his homework. One day won't hurt him right? It shouldn't, but if it does, I can figure something out. I wouldn't want to wake him up early or now for subtraction but--" he reached his hand up and ran it through his hair. Yeah, alright he was nervous now. "About earlier, just a question, you don't, uh, think any less of me? Right? None of that was... I don't want to say none of it was true, and even though technically you're still my son's teacher, you also make a nice... a nice friend, if you want to be mine, I mean. I don't have a lot, so I just wanted to make sure it was okay. Haven't had any since Edith and Jimmy, actually, and you see how far they got me?" He was nervous now, awkward and unsure of what his next movement was supposed to be.