<span style="font-size: 15px"> Chris had gotten up early and gotten dressed, had his multiple cups of coffee and answered the door to meet Finn. He waved him inside. <br/>
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"Yes, good morning," he said. He welcomed him inside and offered him a cup of coffee, unsure if the man seemed to drink coffee at all. He had never seen him early enough to know, nor had he seen him with any when he arrived to pick Brock up. Brock was still asleep, honestly, and he understood why because the kid had been through a rough week, and handling it as he had, well, he was probably exhausted just to try and ease his mind, but he would wake up soon. No matter how hard his days were, Brock was typically an early riser, so within the next half hour he should be stumbling to the bathroom in his PJs and going for the fridge for juice. <br/>
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"I, uh, should go soon, but you're helping us a lot, and I just want you to know that if you ever needed anything, I would return the favour. I mean, I'm pretty much good with papers and documents, but I can do a lot with paperwork, more things than most people really think about. So just remember that, in case anything happens I want you to know that we'll try to support you too. That being said, I should only be gone for three hours, maybe a little more, but not four hours, and if you need anything you can call and I'll respond as fast as I can." <br/>
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He felt like he was being sort of patronizing. He knew that Finn knew these things, but he was still nervous. "Sorry, I know you know this, I just wanted to... I want you to know that you can ask for help too if you need it. Until then, though, uh, let me show you the bathroom real quick." He did so, the laundry room being right beside it and had a full hamper of clean, folded clothes that belonged to Chris that he hadn't taken back to his room because Edith had been there. He would do it when he came back. The only thing in his dressers at the moment was actually the few things he hid in the bottom drawer that he had hidden in the back corner of the counter in the master bathroom, some lube because he was lonely, and he didn't exactly want Edith to find out and try to do something. But he didn't need to hide it anymore from anyone in his room, and he doubted that Brock would go digging through his drawers anytime soon. <br/>
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He reached his hand up, hesitating before putting it on Finn's shoulder. "Thank you." He wasn't sure how many time he would say it, but he meant it every single time, he meant more than what he a 'thank you' could offer in connotation. He pulled his hand back like he shouldn't have done that, because he knew he shouldn't have done that, it was unprofessional, but then again, Finn was here to help Brock, they were going to see each other more often now and maybe it wasn't a terrible thing to do, casual touches, that was alright, right? He'd been told a lot of things by his father, and he still believed a lot of them, almost only when it came to himself though (how could he hate other people who were like him? He just wanted them to find happiness, and logically he knew it didn't make sense, but emotionally, he felt like his father had been right about him, he really wasn't worth the effort or anything he had ever done because he was an accident who they took care of because he was too pathetic to make it without him). <br/>
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"I should probably go. Do you need anything before I leave though? I may have forgotten something, I'm not sure, my uh, brain isn't quite awake yet." He lifted the mug of coffee in his other hand as if it were proof, and in a way it was. </span>