Finn chuckled as Brock excitedly rambled on about the shows he liked and the games he played. For Finn, listening to children babble was part of the job that he loved. He knew sometimes the teachers got tired of it, and he was sure parents did too, but for him, it was simply enjoyable. It was something he figured he'd never be able to enjoy in his own home anyway, he knew he'd never be able to be a father after all, even if he had at one time dated woman, and he wouldn't say he was disinterested in them now but... A real relationship for him was simply something he didn't see for himself, he was fairly sure that soon enough he really would be on his own, but that was okay. So long as he got to enjoy being with his students then that was going to be enough for him.<br/><br/>He paused in his chopping of the vegetables when he heard the male asked his son about the computer, though soon enough the chatter resumed and he figured it was minor matter... Though the more he overheard the more concerned he became. Perhaps he would try to speak with the other's wife someday soon if he was able to catch her when she picked up the boy from school next... Though he was a bit concerned that doing so might lead to even more tension at home with what he'd seen thus far.<br/><br/>And as he finished chopping the vegetables and got them cooking as well he heard the cell ring and smiled to the male amicably as he went to have his discussion slightly away from them, but it wasn't hard to guess who it was or what it was about. Still... He tried his best not to interfere, and instead, he worked on getting the meal finished, and once everything was cooking and he could step away he brought a class of juice to Brock and offered it to him as he kept quiet conversation with the boy to distract him from his parents' phone call. He figured it helped some, but despite his own calm and a cheery smile he could tell the boy was observing his father's expressions, and he was also sure that was enough of a cue for the boy to pick up on.<br/><br/>He glanced up when Chris hung up and spoke and he offered him the same gentle smile and watched him go before returning to speaking to Brock about tv shows, and it wasn't too long before the oven beeped and he took out the chicken and was finishing off the rice and vegetables as well. He was just getting ready to set out plates when the male returned and while he was sure he could see just the faint traces of redness around the other's eyes he gave no sign of it as he smiled and nodded. "No problem. Would you prefer if I sent the food home with you instead? Enough for your wife too of course." He said warmly, heading to one of the cabinets and rifling around until he found some simple Tupperware that looked a lot like take out containers. "It should still be plenty hot by the time you get home." He added.<br/><br/>He shook his head at the apology and got the male a glass, and once he was in the kitchen to fill it he gave him an understanding look. "Don't be sorry. No one should have to be sorry for feeling upset." He said softly before working on carefully packing the food up for the two. He then recalled the small icecream treat for Brock and removed it from the freezer, popping the lid off and getting him a spoon. "Here, we can be just a little naughty and have dessert before dinner tonight since it's a special occasion. You're my first ever guest after all, and I need to be a good host." He offered the boy before giving his father a slightly playful grin... He simply didn't want the child to recall the night as a poor one.<br/><br/>So he returned to what he was doing and soon had the dinners all packed and ready to go, putting them in the bags from the grocery store to make them easier to carry. "Like I mentioned before, if you need to you can always send along a note with him to school or call." He assured Chris easily. He decided to leave it open-ended like that as well... While he was a teacher, it wasn't just the students that he was concerned for, and in this case, he felt as though the boy's father perhaps needed the offer for his own benefit just as much. Maybe it would be considered crossing a line but... Well, it wasn't as though he was offering anything more than someone to listen, maybe even something like a friend. He figured that was probably okay, and it was also okay if the other simply ignored it altogether.