"That's great," he said looking up from his spot, still crouching on the floor. "If you ever want any help, let me know. Not that I think you need any," he was quick to add. He didn't know how to explain that he wanted to help her in any way that she could think of, even if it didn't seem like there was anything that he could really do. Jen always seemed like she had control of everything...even if she also appeared somewhat frazzled at the same time. Rob respected that about her, especially because he remembered when she was just a 17-year old pregnant high schooler. He just wanted to help more, so he found himself offering assistance where it probably wasn't needed or wanted.
"I'm glad that you're very good," he said to Milton. "And since you got such a glowing report from your mother, I have something for you if she says that you can have it."
He reached into his pocket and took out a small package of baseball cards. Jen didn't want him spoiling Milton too much, but he never wanted to come over completely empty-handed.