<span style="font-size: 15px">When Chris came to pick Brock up, he was met by a similarly cheery Finn, and he accepted the bags with the food. He smiled, not knowing how to properly express what he felt, and he got Brock and held his shoulder for a moment. <br/>
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"Thank you. Uh, see you tomorrow morning then?" He wasn't sure if he sounded like he was pushing for more, although Finn had said it was fine. He just didn't want to make Finn feel like he had to do everything, his help was appreciated it was more than appreciated actually, but he did feel like he was relying an awful lot on Finn and he didn't want him to feel pressured, as if he had to, because he didn't have to (although it was nice). He let Brock say goodbye, the boy hugged Finn and then went back to Chris and stood there, trying to take a hold of one of the bags to 'help' and Chris said his own goodnight/goodbye before he took Brock home. He put the food away, entirely glad that all Brock's homework had been done. He got Brock in bed a little later than usual because it was a Friday and he wanted him to know that if he did as he was asked, these small things were completely attainable with a good attitude. <br/>
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But Brock did go to sleep eventually, and for the first time in a while, he stayed up and walked into what used to be their bedroom, and then it was Edith's, and now it was empty and belonged to him. The sheets had been stripped, the bed was still there as was all the furniture but the paintings and pictures of her were gone, some of Brock as well but not many, the dresser drawers were cleaned out and the closet was only half of what it used to be. He felt horrible because now that he wasn't unsure of what he needed to do, now that he did have support again, someone he knew would treat Brock right, he didn't miss her very much. Yes, he missed his friend, but she hadn't been his friend for a long time, not matter what he had said. He went out to the linen closet and redressed the bed in clean sheets and a soft comforter. He pulled pillow cases on and dropped them on the bed. He took his shower, he plugged in his phone, and he wore his boxers to bed. He had forgotten how nice his bed was, and he also realized it was so cold when there was nobody else there. He fell asleep, worried about the next day, but not nearly as much as he had been before. </span>