"Uh, that'd be great. And I don't mind, but I hope you don't feel obligated to do it for me. You don't have to do it. And with that, I think I'll leave before I make too much of a fool of myself. See you in a few hours."<br/><br/>Thankfully, he didn't feel like too much of a rambling idiot when he got in his car, and when he finally got to work he went straight to make another cup of coffee and to unlock those cabinets and start recording and properly handling all the documents and information provided to him. It was a lot of data entry, which took longer because sometimes reports were terrible, statements were circumstantial, so in the end, they would likely never go to trial anyway, and the information was just there for seemingly no reason. It was three long hours of work, and he still have just a little left to do, and that meant that if he finished it quickly, Finn could have Sunday to himself. Of course he didn't really want him to leave, which he knew was wrong of him, but that was the truth of it. Maybe that was his problem, he was so desperate to keep people close that he pushed them away?<br/><br/>Instead of focusing on those melancholy thoughts, he took another thirty minutes to finish all the paperwork and went fifteen minutes before hit the four hour mark. He checked the mail and immediately tore the orange envelope open and found a stack of divorce papers. He nodded his head for a moment. Alright, this was real, and he hated it. He put them in his car so that Brock didn't have to see them because Brock was curious enough to try and find things like that. He took the harmless mail inside and set it on the entry table before he went to the kitchen where he could smell whatever food had been cooked/was being cooked.<br/><br/>"Hey guys," he said, walking through the house to find them. Brock ran out of the kitchen and hugged his legs before asking him to follow him towards the kitchen so he did. He was glad that Brock was so happy, too. It was very nice to know that he felt comfortable here.