Dropping his purchases in the closet way, Peter gently dropped Neal onto the sofa before taking a seat on the coffee table. Looking directly into the bright blue eyes full of tears, Peter sighed before going into the kitchen and retrieving the Calpol and ice bag. The bump on his kid's forehead was becoming more pronounced.

Peter thought long and hard before planning his moves. The child hated any sort of medicine and he probably wasn't going to be too thrilled about a soft ice pack on his bump.

Walking back into the living room, Peter sat on the couch before pulling Neal onto his lap and placing the ice pack on his forehead and forcing the medicine down into his mouth. Shushing the protests and stilling the squirming body, Peter listened as eventually Neal resorted to hiccups and tears in his crook on his dad's shoulder.

"Listen buddy, I need to know, why did you do it?" Peter figured the gently-gently approach might be suitable with his little moppet.

"I dwident" Neal protested as soon as the words were out of his father's mouth.

"Then how do you explain it being in your back pack? Huh?"

Neal just shrugged in response. He honestly had no answer for that.

"You realise there will be consequences right?" Neal, realising what those consequences meant promptly burst into more tears.

"ENOUGH with the tears!" Peter barked at his son, before pulling on his hair in frustration. As the level of Neal's tears increased, Peter sighed in resignation and placed his son upstairs in his room, leaving him to think about his actions, and how the hell he was going to explain this to El.