"No one is mad at you, sweetheart, I promise!" Zero cried, moving to hug the little boy and rearing back in surprise as Trick cringed as if he was going to be hit.

"Trick!" Treat crawled over to his brother. "It's okay! What's wrong!?"

Far frowned and sat up- moving closer to the boys.

"Trick, hold on, it's nothing this serious." Far assured as best he could.

"Trick, please stop!" Treat's eyes were welling now.

"I'm sorry daddy!" Trick sobbed, burring his face into his hands. "Please, don't be mad at me! Please!"

"I'm not mad, sweetie!" Zero cried before he took a deep, pained breath. "Everyone stop yelling... the raised voices are making him more upset."

Treat bit his lip and retreated back- keeping himself from crying out. Far blinked at Zero and nodded- leaning back.

Zero moved forward a little bit and held up his hands in front of himself, before he slowly turned them palm up and rested them in Trick's lap.

The little boy stopped sobbing and looked down at Zero's hands, sniffling.

"...No hits...no hurts...no hard feelings." Far said calmly in the background. "See?"

Trick looked up at Zero, who gave him a gentle smile. "You... really wont hit me?" He asked, carefully.

"I really wont hit you," Zero confirmed.

"Ever." Far added. "None of us will...we love you Trick."