<span style="font-size: 15px">"I think we'll just leave," Edith said, with little to no tact. <br/>
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"No you can't! Stay for dinner," Brock held one hand out to take Finn's and another to take his mother's. "Mr. Taylor's a really good cook, and so am I." Edith looked up at Chris and then to Jimmy who just shrugged his shoulders with a smirk. She didn't want to be the one who had to make the tough choices. She looked up at Chris and saw that he was upset, though, and she rolled her eyes, but she knew that at one point they had been friends and that it had been horribly rude and all, but she was angry, furious, especially after Jimmy gave her the details of his sordid past. <br/>
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"We'll be back soon, how about that?" she asked. Brock shook his head, but she petted his hair and stopped his from his shaking and kissed the top of his hair before standing up again. "How long will the documents take to pend." <br/>
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"About six months after I file them." <br/>
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"You haven't filed them yet?" <br/>
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"It's been five days," he said as if that was reason enough, which he was sure it was. She starting walking to the door, and Chris gently held Brock back from running after her even though he wanted him to want her and love her, but she needed to leave with her stupid friend. "I'll call you later, there are some <i>things</i> we need to discuss." He was going to make it as clear as possible that a repeat of what had just happened was not to happen again, ever, under any circumstance. She pulled the door shut hard behind her and Chris held onto Brock as he cried again. <br/>
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"She would have stayed. She would have stayed, I know it," Brock shouted. "Why isn't she staying? Why won't she stay?" <br/>
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There was nothing to say in Chris' mind, he didn't know how to respond to that at all. He didn't know a lot of things lately, he felt stupid and incapable of being who and what he wanted to be. He released Brock only for the boy to hold onto him and cry some more. He patted his back. <br/>
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"Why don't you go cook with Finn? You two make an amazing team," he suggested, not because he wanted Brock to leave him alone, but because he wanted Brock to focus on anything but his mother leaving him right now. Brock nodded and reached up for Finn before walking into the kitchen without saying much of anything. Chris looked down at the ground. "That's why I didn't want him to go with her, but I guess she thought it was fine to bring him here." He whispered. There was a part of him telling himself that he had said everything he could to hurt him, but the larger majority believed everything he said. Why would Jimmy waste his breath like that? The fact that not only Brock saw it all, and thankfully didn't hear a lot of it, but Finn got a whole show was, well, upsetting. He didn't want anyone to know those things, but then again, Finn didn't seem like the type to take people's word at face value, especially when they were so negative. The man seemed to constantly want to make others feel better. He was a peacekeeper, and Chris was a lawyer, some of the most hated people in the world. <br/>
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"Do you mind if I stay in the kitchen with you two? Just watch? I've never seen him doing much cooking, but I bet he's great at it," he said, although there was an underlying 'I don't want to be alone, I don't want to be away from my son' undertone to it. He didn't know why he asked. Maybe because he felt so inferior to everyone else, especially someone so put together as Finn. "And I <i>know</i> you're quite the chef." </span>