Kings and soldiers, whether gods or men, were only as good as their word. In that regard, Cronus managed well -- he'd agreed to bring his nephew's children back to him, and lo and behold.
Since their meeting at the corner deli, Pallas kept himself busy with recon, but always swung back around to the apartment in the evening. He had to be there when the kids showed; the thought of being so near and missing them by so little tugged unpleasantly, so the Titan had spent the better part of a week sleeping in his truck outside Cronus's apartment.
Now, at least, he was ensconced inside where there was heat and food and comfortable seating. Pallas originally suggested that the others perhaps head out and see a movie, unsure of what kind of reception there'd be from Zeus's honor guard. This was as much homecoming as coup; asking Cronus or Rhea to hide was ludicrous, yet he didn't care for the idea of them being present for the main event.
Ultimately an accord had been reached. Once that happened, it was just a matter of kicking back with a beer and waiting for his kids to storm the gates.