Anon was reading, as he rarely did. After Cheryl had settled down for her nap there was little else he could do; it was a break from work, Mrrh was visiting friends and Harry was elsewhere. So, with nothing else to do, he picked up a book he had been trying to read since his arrival.

His attention shot up when He heard the door open, even moreso when he heard Harry's rather unsettled voice. The book set aside, Anon slipped from his post to meet the boy halfway; there was something about the way he acted that had the Cadaver worried. He had knelt down near his son, mildly curious as to why he just stopped.

'What is wrong?' He signed, his lips drawn with worry.

Harry furrowed his own bloody sweat covered brow as he stared at his guardian and looked down at himself and tugged at his spattered clothes because inevitably from his run droplets of blood based sweat had dripped onto it, "I'm messy," he murmured softly, "but I want a hug," he sniffed pouting childishly. He wanted to cry due to his distress but he wanted to show his Daddy that he was a strong boy just like everyone else around him.

He whimpered softly as he recalled the event and decided to not care as he made grabbing motions for his guardian, "Z..Z..Zombies tr-t-tried to eat me," he cried softly, "I co-c-could understand what they were saying they want to kill everyone. Espe..Especially y...youuuu..."

Now he'd begun to wail it was amazing that Cheryl still slept.

Messy? What did that have anything to do with anything? But when he expressed what he wanted, Anon wasted no time in gathering the boy into his arms, holding him against his chest no matter how muddy or bloody he was. He hugged his boy tightly, patting his back as comfortingly as he could.

Something didn't surprise him in the least; how many zombies had he put down for good? It only made sense that the remaining ones would want their revenge. But, poor Harry...he didn't deserve to be targeted either, nor did Cheryl.

Sighing silently, he gave Harry a squeeze and tilted his head to press a light kiss to the boy's temple. With his hands full he couldn't converse, so he would wait and comfort him until he was ready to lean back.

For the first few moments Harry just clung to his guardian and wept out his distress and worry as he had been wanting to since he managed to get to safety. He had been so scared and now he was even more scared! The undead were truly an angry bunch at least the ones he just ran from were. They hated everyone so much and Harry wasn't how to digest all that after everything that had happened. Harry even hid his face into Anon's chest for a moment before inevitably he managed to calm down enough that it would be easier for him to communicate.

Harry soon felt he'd gotten it out of his system as he peeked up at his Father with his glasses askew which made much of his vision rather blurry, "D..D...Da..Daddy...I ..I don't want them to kill you, Uncle Stitc...Stitches..O..O..Or anyone..."

The boy was filled with the desire to help but he wasn't sure how.

Once Harry calmed down a little more, Anon felt it was safe to loosen his grasp, and at the next batch of words, he couldn't be 'silent' anymore. He had to 'say' something...he wouldn't just let his boy worry like that! Leaning back enough to free his hands, he signed slowly for him to understand, trying to make his point very clear.

'They will not.' He urged, and meant it honestly. 'They will not kill me, or anyone else. Uncle Jack, the rest of the crew, myself...we make very sure that nobody will ever get hurt. I promise.' Once he was done, at least for now, he pressed his hands against Harry's shoulders, moving his hands down to rub the boy's arms. He wasn't worried, he'd faced them before, he could continue to face them. 'I kill them so they will not get to you, or Cheryl, or Uncle Stitches, or anyone else.'

He understood when Daddy had let go of him a bit so he could 'talk'. The small boy stared at the hands as they moved so that he made sure he didn't misinterpret what was 'said' to him. He furrowed his brow but he nodded. Yes Daddy would protect them and everyone could fight and probably had been fighting long before Cheryl had come into being. It was still a fear but at least, for now, it was better. He just hoped Daddy would always be careful.

Harry moved to straighten his glasses, "I want to help," he murmured softly with his brow furrowed. He didn't want to just sit and run every time he saw one but there was also the fact that he was 'too young'. He stared down at himself and frowned. He hated feeling so helpless!

Of course he wanted to help. Why didn't he see that coming? He frowned for but a moment; he couldn't let his children, though they were adopted, do the work of killing the undead! That just...seemed wrong. Ever since they fell into his life he did his best to work hard, so they wouldn't have to.

'Running helps. You wander more than we do, you tell us where they are forming.' He couldn't talk him out of it forever, he knew he couldn't. 'If you really want, when you are older, we will see what we can do.' He promised, as much of a promise as hands and a small smile could portray. 'Promise me, for now, you will just run.'

He waited quietly to see what his Daddy would say and then briefly frowned in thought before he nodded a bit. Yes, when he's older he'll want to take a more active role or at least try to take a more active role. He uttered a deep soft sigh before he nodded his head, "Yes, I'll run a...and I'll warn other people that walk in here about them so that they don't get caught off guard...?"

Harry didn't want to see his own family hurt much less a complete stranger that obviously didn't deserve it no matter if they were being senseless by even wandering into a zombie-active cemetery to begin with. The small boy didn't care if they stared at him as if he was insane, as long as he 'helped' others.

Anon nodded. It wasn't quite what he wanted, but Harry was a smart boy; he would know when the time to run was. Something he felt he needed to express, apparently. 'If you have to choose between a stranger's safety or your own, choose your own. Yell to them if you want, but do not stop, okay?'

The Teen was pretty sure that Harry would understand. He gave him a smile, gently ruffling a safe part of his head, and then tugged him into another hug. It never mattered how dirty his kids were, he was often very dirty himself; if they needed a hug, he would give it.

He nodded a bit as his guardian explained that he should choose his own safety over that of a stranger's safety though he wasn't sure how well that was going to go when put into practice but certainly he'd...Try? He smiled a bit as Daddy ruffled the safe part of his head and pulled him into a hug which he returned but he didn't pull away after that one.

Before Harry could even fight it his eyes had drooped closed and he mumbled softly something that sounded like 'Love you, Daddy.'

Obviously Harry felt a lot more secure now because he fell asleep within the Cadaver's arms.

When Harry didn't let go, Anon didn't move to. He heard the murmur and his response was a little kiss to the small boy's temple. They were good kids, the both of them; had their odd quirks but hey, so did he. They accepted him despite all of his faults, and that was the most he could ever, ever ask for.

Harry fell asleep, and Anon slowly scooped the boy into his arms, moving to stand and to take him to bed. Sure he was bloody and muddy, but he was tired...and he wasn't going to wake him just for a bath. Harry was tucked in, and a few moments later he returned with Cheryl, putting her near her brother.

Yes, they were both very good kids.