<span style="font-size: 15px">Maybe pondering and going over everything that could go wrong was the opposite of what he should do, actually he knew it was, but he couldn't help it. And when Finn suggested calm, deep breaths, he followed, when he tried to calm down, he really did try to calm down, he just couldn't let Edith expose him to whatever the hell became of his shitty little neighbourhood. He could call the office, he'd do that, he'd probably call in and tell them that it was an urgent family matter and that he needed to come pick him up, but he should wait, let Brock finish the day, let himself calm down, but what if Edith and Jimmy showed up? <br/>
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"All right, I'll call the office. I can pick him up, I'll just work more later, just, I can't let him go there." He took another deep breath. How did Finn manage to handle these sorts of things? A practical stranger calling him and ranting at him in the middle of his job. He was a horrible... friend? Were they friends? He didn't have anyone else, and he never had many friends beside Edith, Jimmy, and Jimmy's sister Jennifer and even then they weren't exactly the best sort of people. Jimmy practically drugged him more than once and did other things to him that he could hardly remember anymore, and Jennifer absolutely hated Edith and constantly ripped at her while Edith tried to charm Jimmy and yet Jimmy went to prison for a few years and therefore she married him because he needed to do that, he was supposed to do that, and then it all turned to garbage. <br/>
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"I'll be there after school. I can't show up now, I'd scare him. You're right. I'll be there early, hopefully Edith doesn't have the same idea, she can get creative and I can't..." he couldn't deal with Jimmy, he couldn't handle Edith after she left him and everything he had tried to offer her for so long because she didn't want to have a relationship with someone else while pretending to be married to him, to raise their child together, to keep a semblance of family unity that he had grown accustomed to, that Brock needed. He tried to calm down, but the multiple cups of coffee didn't help his panic, in fact his limbs were already shaking. "I'll be there after school, soon. I'm sorry for just, I'm sorry for ranting at you, I just..." he didn't know what to say. He didn't know the proper procedure for this sort of thing. "I'm gonna go now. I'm sorry for ruining your day, I am, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize... I didn't mean to... I'm sorry." </span>