"Well isn't he a spitfire," Jimmy said, but he didn't move for a moment before he let his feet drop and the front of the chair hit the ground and he crossed his legs. "Seriously, I thought it was fucked up that you married her even though you're, well, you. But I know your type, and he's definitely it... I remember when I used to be your type. And you don't scare me either. You can talk all you want, but when it comes you people like you and Chris here, you're not exactly terrifying. What are you going to do if I do what I want or say what I want? Lecture me to death? I've been in prison, you two fags have nothing on that."<br/><br/>"Can you just please stop? Just, stop. I don't know why you're doing this, well, no, actually I know why you're doing this, but we can do this later, just stop saying things like that, what if Brock hears?" Honestly, Chris had enough of this sort of degradation, he only reinforced his own thoughts about himself, but he really didn't want Brock or Finn have to hear or see what that does to him. He knew he should have been used to it, but he wasn't, no matter hard he tried, he didn't want to be treated like shit by people he had been convinced were the only people who could tolerate him. But he had Brock now and he had to make sure that his life was better than his own even if it killed him in the process.<br/><br/>"What is it, today? We're all about diversity and free love and all that bullshit. Brock's gonna figure it out sooner or later."<br/><br/>"He's seven."<br/><br/>"And that's why he should go with Edith."<br/><br/>"Excuse me?" he was no longer aware how to act, how to react, so his voice was very quiet, very calm even if his blood boiled beneath his skin.<br/><br/>"He's needs a mom and a dad, and if he sticks with you, he'll get two daddies, and I don't think that's good for him. And just look at him, he likes Edith more anyway," Jimmy got up from the chair and walked closer to him. "And we all know what kind of father you had. You don't him to suffer that do you?"<br/><br/>"Of course not, but I'm trying to be different, to not be like him."<br/><br/>"And is it working?"<br/><br/>He didn't know if it was. Brock seemed happier than he ever had been, he never hit him or shouted at him, or told him that he was worthless, but he also knew that Brock loved his mother too, it made sense, he was always at work, how could he be a father if he was always gone? He had Finn though, although he'd understand him wanting to part ways after this.<br/><br/>"I'm not like him. I love Brock. I wouldn't hurt him on purpose, ever."<br/><br/>"Yeah, I know you'd never do that. You'd sort of have to be home to do that, wouldn't you?" Jimmy walked away, closer to Edith and she introduced him to Jimmy, who looked pleased, smiling and acting like he was the best thing in the world, like he cared about Edith and Brock too. He turned to Finn, hurt in his eyes. What if what Jimmy said was true. It could be, it probably was. Why couldn't he just have a few good days, just a few good days that didn't end in disaster. It have been a week and he had been happier than ever before, but Edith was back, she wanted Brock, Jimmy made valid points (or at least they seemed valid to him), and he felt just as worthless and pathetic as he always had whenever Jimmy came around. He couldn't even go out to protect his child, the most precious thing in his entire world, because he was weak and afraid.