Finn watched the ensuing distress of the little boy, but he knew that would happen sooner or later regardless, and all they could do was be there to support him afterward. Still, once the pair was gone and they were left with the fallout he watched Chris speak with his son, console him... Something that he doubted the boy's mother would be doing if she was the one here with him and it had been Chris that walked out. Still, for that moment Finn didn't say anything, he didn't think it was right of him too but... At the same time, he felt that he wouldn't be able to not say anything at all.<br/><br/>So, when Chris mentioned for brock to go and cook with hi he smiled and offered his hand to the little boy to walk with him to the kitchen, and when asked about watching he gave a soft laugh and nodded. "Of course. I'm sure Brock would love to show off, right?" He asked the little boy who managed a nod as he wiped his face. Finn led him to the kitchen and got his chair set up, though before they started he did wipe the boy's face and help him blow his nose before they washed their hands, and Finn returned to their normal routine. Finn was good at that, holding onto "normalcy" even though he was perhaps anything but normal himself in many ways.<br/><br/>Finn managed to find enough to make them a simple dinner with what they had in the house and he carefully explained each step to Brock and had him do all the non-dangerous bits. It seemed the boy did cheer up some, and so once things went into the oven and they had some time before it would be done Finn finally decided that if he was going to cross a line, he knew which one he wanted it to be. So, he carefully helped Brock off the chair and moved it back to the table before crouching down to the little boy and kneeling on the floor. "Hey, Brock, can I talk to you a little about something?" He asked gently, and the little boy nodded, though Finn had known he would.<br/><br/>"You know your mom and your dad love you a lot, right? More than anyone else in the world?" He asked, and his chest ached as he saw the threat of tears in the boy's eyes again. "But mom left..." He mumbled, his tiny voice wavering, and Finn softly shook his head and took one of his hands, holding it gently. "You know, just because your mom and your dad and me are all adults, we are still not always right. We get sad, we say mean things to the people we love, and we fight with them just like the kids at school. And sometimes, even if we really want to be friends with someone it just doesn't work, you understand that?" He asked, his tone calm and patient, and the little boy managed another meek nod.<br/><br/>"That's how your mom and dad are right now. They really want to be friends again so that they can both be with you, but they've decided that they can't keep trying to be friends anymore... It was really hurting your mom and your dad a lot, so even though they both love you so much, they need to be apart from each other to be happy right now." He waited, and while the first tears were falling it seemed that Brock was more or less understanding what he was saying. Sure, it wasn't the most accurate, but for a child, accuracy didn't really matter.<br/><br/>"Dad and mom were really sad too, right? That's why they fought a lot?" He asked, and Finn pat his head and nodded. "And you know, right now your dad is still really sad." He glanced to Chris and for a moment so did Brock, a soft hiccup escaping him as he realized his father was also hurting even if he didn't show it the same way. "Your dad's really strong, but right now he's really scared that someone else is going to take you away from him. He's scared that he won't get to see you anymore even though all day when he's working you're all he thinks about... And I know, because he calls while you're at school to check on you." He smiled again. "But today I think it would be really nice if you could make your dad feel better. That man that came with your mom said some really mean things to him, things that no one should say. He's scared that you'll hear those bad things and stop loving him. And I'm scared too... Scared that I won't be able to keep being friends with you and your dad anymore." He pat Brock's head and the little boy burst into tears, but he was soon going to his father and crawling up to his lap to hug him, assuring the man through his own tears that he loved him too, that he wanted to make sure he wasn't scared anymore.<br/><br/>Finn stood, watching the pair quietly. He knew that all he'd said was out of line, something a parent should talk to a child about, not him... But he had also felt that Chris needed to hear it too, needed to hear that what he was doing, what he was feeling, wasn't wrong. And more than that, Finn was sure that he needed to hear his little boy saying how much he loved him. That was a comfort that Finn couldn't offer him, so this was the best he could do instead. He was okay with Chris telling him off about it later, but... So long as the boy and his father could make it through all this then he didn't mind.