<span style="font-size: 15px">Chris sat down where Brock had guided him and he had to admit he and Finn did a good job. Then again, it was grilled cheese, but it was better than what he could do, probably. When Finn mentioned the rule about the stove he couldn't help but to smile. A guardian to the bone, honestly. "Thank you both for lunch." He said before he really started to eat, and listen to Brock tell him about what he had done so far. He could definitely appreciate how happy he was and that Finn had been here to keep him happy, or make him happy, or just be here. He finished the sandwich and nodded so that Brock would continue talking, as the boy was rambling about the battle between his action figures, where he won of course because he was the good guy and the good guys all won, he looked over at Finn. <br/>
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He wasn't sure what people meant by 'trading looks' but he hoped that he managed to convey something because he didn't know how to verbalize it anymore than he had. He also realized that not only had Finn graciously helped them, he was attractive, and he had been practically celibate for seven years and now he knew he shouldn't because he had been taught that his wants were wrong, but he really wanted it. Maybe needed it. He wasn't sure. He also wasn't a teenager, and he didn't always understand the depth of social situations or when things were appropriate or not -- all of these things made him realize that no, he shouldn't even think about wanting him like that, and that he was being rude by imagining it. <br/>
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Brock finished his sandwich and sat back at the table. <br/>
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"So how was work?" Brock asked. <br/>
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"You don't need to worry about that, ever, but it was okay. I managed to get it all done today so I'll be free tomorrow." He looked over at Finn and then turned quickly back to Brock, setting the rest of his sandwich down, it was maybe two more bites. "Maybe we could go out. I feel like we haven't been outside forever. We can make some snacks and have a picnic somewhere with swings because I know you love them." <br/>
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"Sweet! Will we get popsicles?" <br/>
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"I'll definitely consider it," he stood up and took his plate to the sink, coming back for Brock's and Finn's too. He walked back towards them. "You're free to join us, if you want." He said this, directing it at Finn. He had wanted to not get Brock to somehow puppy-dog-eye Finn into coming, but he didn't know when else to really bring it up. He was going to ask him if he wanted a ride home, of course, but Brock would be with them too because he wasn't about to leave his seven year old at home even if it wasn't for too long. He already felt like he wasn't doing a very good job at being a parent and even that would make that feel worse. </span>