Finn tilted his head slightly when the woman called him the wrong name but simply smiled and saw the pair off. He was a little worried if he was being honest, but he assumed that she was under just as much stress as her husband, and so her mind was probably elsewhere. So, after they left he returned to the other children and saw them off before heading back to the classroom to tidy up and collect his bag. It was a little after five when he left, and once home he made himself some dinner and then set about the remainder of his nightly routine... Put on the tv and do some work until it was time for a shower and sleep... Though he had to admit that all night his mind would wander to Brock and his family, concern for the little boy bubbling up.<br/><br/>The following day he reached school at his normal time and was happy to see Brock seemed in a decent mood, the little boy hiding his emotions enough that Finn felt that his concerns last night had been a little out of proportion. It wasn't until lunch when the little boy came over and handed him a note that he figured maybe it wasn't all foolish. "Thank you." He said brightly to the child before watching him return to the table to eat with the other children. He opened the note and blinked, surprised at the scribbled out words and the overall tone of the note, and it was rather clear that he hadn't been meant to receive this note but... well, he had.<br/><br/>He told the headteacher that he was leaving the room for the moment and went to the office to find the man's cell number and scratching it down before heading to one of the staff restrooms. At this time of day, it was rare for anyone to be in this wing's bathrooms so he figured he could make the call with relative privacy just in case, and so he dialed the number calmly. He waited as it rang, the man's note in hand which he looked down at with a sullen smile on his lips... He could only imagine how the male had been feeling writing this, and he assumed that Brock had probably thought that this needed to get to someone, even if he didn't really understand.<br/><br/>When the line connected he came back to the present and realized that calling form his cell may have been a bad idea, but he realized he couldn't not say anything. "Ah, good afternoon, Mr. Cassidy? This is Finn Taylor." He greeted calmly, or at least he tried to sound it, but in reality, his heart was in his throat... He didn't usually call people now that he thought about it, at least not in such an informal manner which this felt it was. "Brock is doing fine, he's enjoying his lunch with the other kids." He then added, knowing that a call like this would surely panic the other, though after saying that he looked to the note again as he tried to decide what to say.<br/><br/>"Brock brought me a note from you, but I'm assuming that this wasn't meant to end up with anyone." He thought he should start there. "If you'd like... Brock can come with me back to my apartment tonight after school if you aren't able to pick him up. I can make dinner for you both as well." He wanted to say more, he wanted to offer comfort, to ask the man if he was okay himself but... right now wasn't the time for that he thought, and so ensuring that Brock would be safe and comfortable today had to simply be the priority. "Uhm, I don't mean to... pry. And of course, I understand if offering like this is a bit rude but... If you don't have anyone else right away I don't mind." He stammered slightly, hoping the man didn't take this the wrong way or anything but... Well, they had both been to his apartment, and at least he wasn't some stranger, right? And... He was maybe just a bit too caring for his own good to not try to offer anything.