"Thank you." He said, again, meaning it more than he really had ever before. He was thankful for everything. Nobody had ever really helped him, Edith was the closest to someone who had helped him and look where that led. He didn't think that Finn was like anyone he grew up around, anyone like Edith or Jimmy. No, he was better, he wasn't a walking mess like they all had been back in the old days, until he went to law school to make his life better than what his father had and to give Edith and their son the life he never had.<br/><br/>"Of course you can come to the house. I can text you the address just so you have it, or I can write it if you'd prefer, and yes, I have your number. I'll try to remember to call, then."<br/><br/>Like Finn, he was glad that Brock liked and trusted Finn, and he, for once, didn't mind needing actually rely on someone for help. Edith did her duty as a mother, stayed with him, but he had no idea if she ever acted like a mother more than making sure he didn't accidentally stick a fork in the toaster or something, but he didn't rely on her. She relied on him for everything between income and to listen to her. Honestly with how much he actually listened to her and read while she was walking around in whatever lingerie she tried to appeal to him in, one would think she'd understand and come to the conclusion, but then again, maybe she just didn't want to believe it either, just like he hadn't wanted to. And he had tried, he had tried more to be the husband he thought he should be, but he just couldn't do what she wanted in the end.<br/><br/>"I should probably get him home. He still has school tomorrow. Is his homework done?" He assumed his homework would have been done, not only did Brock often do it without complaint, which was strangely as he had been when he was his age (why wouldn't he do it? It was given to him for a reason, after all) but he knew that this was throwing their whole routine and dynamic off. "Thank you, Finn."