Finn smiled as he watched the man leave the room, and once alone he shut the door and returned to cleaning up, though he did give a heavy sigh. He was relieved that things had gone alright, that there hadn't been any yelling, no arguing, nothing scary... He chuckled softly when that thought crossed his mind, shaking his head. "Childish." He hummed softly as he chided himself. Confrontation was something that Finn found unsettling, it was something he tried his best to avoid, but yet he also found that he rarely seemed to act like someone who disliked it. After all, calling a parent in like this was surely something that the other teachers thought of as unnecessary and only opening himself up for criticism, yet, here he was. And he was only a new hire and teacher's aid at that... But still, he was happy things had gone as well as they had.<br/><br/>Finn spent the next few hours cleaning the classroom and getting things ready for class tomorrow. Sure, he probably went above and beyond when it came to these things, and he'd often been told by the teacher in charge of the class that he didn't have to stay so late all the time just to tend to things, but it wasn't like he had anything waiting for him at home. He wouldn't say he was lonely though, and there always was the option for him to go and find company, he practically had a standing reservation... But he'd been handling living on his own just fine and tonight was no different.<br/><br/>It wasn't until everything was finished when he gathered his own bag to head home, mulling over what he wanted for dinner tonight and if he had the ingredients or if he would need to make a stop at the grocery store on his way home. He was surprised to see the office lights still on, peeking his head in and seeing the secretary just now closing things up. It was rare for him to not be the last to leave, minus the janitors of course, but after giving a brief goodbye to the clearly irritated woman he stepped outside... Only to pause. He blinked at the man sitting with the two boys and then glanced around... It seemed the teacher on duty had already left, but he didn't see the other child's parents anywhere.<br/><br/>"Something the matter?" He asked, looking between the man and Jeremy before the little boy spoke up. "No one's coming..." The little boy murmured, and it seemed that he'd finally reached the point of breaking down as he sniffled and began crying. Finn's expression softened and he gently pat the boy's head. "Alright, I'm sure we can do something about that, hm?" He murmured kindly. It was then that the secretary came out and sighed at seeing them still there. Finn spoke to her a moment and learned about the other boy's father having tried to stay and reach the family but the issue with the number and after thanking her for trying she left and Finn looked back to Jeremy and smiled gently. "Hey, I think I still have the number in the classroom, I'll go look, okay?" He assured him, carefully wiping the boy's cheeks with his sleeve before smiling to Brock and Mr. Cassidy.<br/><br/>"Can you both keep him company just a little longer?" He asked, and Brock was swift to agree which he nodded to before giving the older male a brief apologetic smile before hurrying back inside. It took him about fifteen minutes to rifle through the teacher's desk to find the paperwork he was looking for, calling the number on the form. He soon returned outside with a smile, hoping to reassure the boy. "It sounds like the car is broken." He explained simply. From what he understood it seemed that there had been some confusion on who was supposed to pick up the little boy today. "Your mom said she's going to try to call a cab and come and get you. I'll wait with you, okay?" He offered before giving a smile to Brock and his father. "Thank you both for staying with him. Sorry that you'll be a bit late for dinner. I'm sure your mom is waiting for you both." He said, glad that they hadn't just left as apparently everyone else had... Sometimes he felt that many children simply slipped through when they didn't cry enough, when they didn't complain and force someone to listen... It worried him. But all he could do at times like this was wait and hope that someone really would come for him and properly comfort him. That was all a teacher could really do.