<span style="font-size: 15px">Before he could get a word in, Brock spoke. <br/>
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"I like peanut butter and jelly and dad likes tomatoes, just tomatoes because he's weird." Brock held his hands on his hips and nodded before reaching up to hold Chris' hand. He knew he needed comfort, and this was his way of taking and getting the attention he needed, the attention that he hadn't been giving him like he should have. He thanked and said goodbye to Finn, letting him know he could text or call if he needed to cancel, no hard feelings, and then that they'd try to get out at noon, but he wasn't sure. He watched Finn leave with something like apprehension. He felt bad that he had asked now, because surely Finn was just trying to keep them happy, did he really want to go? Were they taking his Sunday break from him? <br/>
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He picked Brock up and asked him what he wanted to do. He wasn't sure if Brock was trying to please him or not, but they ended up colouring in his many colouring books. Of course Brock was already growing into a meticulous child and was constantly scoffing at every 'mistake' he made on his painting. When he finally ripped the page from the book and threw it in the trash, Chris really didn't know what to do. Brock sat back down, already upset. <br/>
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"Hey, what happened?" <br/>
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"I ruined the picture." <br/>
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"What do you mean? It looked pretty good. I mean, you definitely know which colours go together. Purple and yellow aren't my first combination idea but they looked really nice." <br/>
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"But I couldn't stay in the lines." <br/>
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"The most famous artists are famous because they didn't stay in the lines," he said, not sure how to approach this at all. "Without people making mistakes, we wouldn't know anything, we wouldn't have anything. So you didn't ruin your picture, you were just making a piece of art in a different style." Brock didn't calm down after this either, and eventually he didn't want to colour anymore, so he spent the rest of the day walking around the saying how bored he was despite Chris trying to bring up that they have to do. It went on like this for hours, and eventually, he sat on the couch and waited for Brock to cool off on his own. Finally he did, and they spent more time together, this time he was telling him stories about what he did when he was his age, keeping the multiple horrible things out of it just to make it nice and to make him laugh. He had done some dumb things back then. <br/>
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Then their night went on as usual, but that night, after Brock was sound asleep, Chris did take another shower, this one as pretense for jerking off. Sue him, he was lonely and he was the only thing he had for this right now, so yeah. Once he cleaned that mess away, practically fell into his bed, hair wet and everything, and fell asleep. </span>